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As Is by Mike Gold: Old Joe, My Ass

As Is by Mike Gold: Old Joe, My Ass

We live in a political world, The one we can see and feel. But there’s no one to check. It’s all a stacked deck. We all know for sure that it’s real. “Political World,” written by Bob Dylan.

It’s time to get real. As of this writing, there are four presidential candidates who are likely — but not assuredly — to be heading their respective political party tickets.

The Democratic Party has Joe Biden, age 81. The Fascist Party has Donald Trump, age 77, although it is vaguely possible that they will have to share their Orange Pumpkin with our federal prison system. The Fossil Fuel party has Joe Manchin, age 76. He has yet to announce for president, but he has said he will not run for reelection to the Senate. I guess he’s afraid Exxon will take his yacht away.

(Fun Fact: Manchin, who has a cash register in his yacht’s master bedroom, is the right wing Democratic senator from West Virginia, which is a land-locked state. Anomalies abound.)

Finally, there is Bizarro Bobby Kennedy, age 69, from the Kill-Your-Neighbor Party. Unlike such movies as Godfather II and From Russia With Love, Bizarro Bobby adds credence to the philosophy “sequels-aren’t-as-good-as-the-originals.

That means Bizarro Bobby, at 69 years of age, is the cub in the pack. Ergo, “too old” is preposterously relative. I know a shitload of people who died before their 69th birthday, and even more who died before they turned 76, 77 or 81.

But let’s hope to High Hell that Bizarro Bobby is too apeshit for the electorate. That’s a big assumption after Trump and, unlike Trump (at least this week), Bizarro Bobby is pro-abortion… as long as said abortion occurs within three months of the zygote’s propagation. Recently, he’s tried to walk back that part, which shows us just how feckless the bastard is. But he is the baby on the railroad tracks so we’ll grade the others on the curve.

Manchin, 76. Trump, 77. Biden, 81. That’s a five-year span, yet it is Biden who is targeted as “too old.”

Friends, age is not the issue here.

It’s Kamala Harris. Continue reading “As Is by Mike Gold: Old Joe, My Ass”

Weird Scenes Inside The Gold Mind #039: The Clock Strikes Thirteen

Weird Scenes Inside The Gold Mind #039: The Clock Strikes Thirteen

“It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen.”

That is the first line of George Orwell’s 1984, and I suspect those who are likely to disagree with me already are rolling their eyes. I should warn those readers this column is not likely to get better for them.

I think about this classic novel of warning quite a bit these days. Damn near every word that comes out of the mouths of Trump, Huckabee-Sanders, Barr and their fellow travelers is a lie. If I’m not certain it’s the truth, there is no reason whatsoever for me to think it might possibly be the truth. These are people with reality testings lower than a zombie’s IQ.

But they’re doing their job. The approximately one-third of the voting population – you know, morons – lap these lies up and they adjust their thinking and their language accordingly. They have no idea that many of the views they espouse are in complete contradiction to the language they use to describe them. Continue reading “Weird Scenes Inside The Gold Mind #039: The Clock Strikes Thirteen”