Trump. King of America

Not only is Elvis Costello one of the greatest songwriters of our times, he is a prophet, too!
Don't believe me? Well take a look at these lyrics from the song King of America, written in 1986.


He thought he was the King of America
Where they pour Coca Cola just like vintage wine
 
Now I try hard not to become hysterical
But I'm not sure if I am laughing or crying
 
I wish that I could push a button
And talk in the past and not the present tense
And watch this hurtin' feeling disappear
Like it was common sense
 
He was a fine idea at the time
Now he's a brilliant mistake

¿Es psicópata?

En resumidas cuentas este artículo apareció hoy en el periódico (El País). No sé a quién se refiere, pero me suenan los síntomas.

El psicópata

Es cruel con los animales

Esa actitud es una clara muestra de su falta de empatía con el dolor ajeno.

No tiene remordimientos

Ni se arrepiente de sus malas acciones, ni tiene sentimientos de culpa.

Es insumiso

Desafía los límites, las normas y la autoridad en general.

Cuando algo no le sale bien, lo destruye

Se frustra con facilidad.

Se cree el centro del mundo

Es muy egocéntrico y exigente: lo quiere todo y lo quiere ya.

Es vengativo

Piensa que merece tener privilegios, y cuando considera que han sido injustos con él, su respuesta es hacer daño.

Miente más que habla

“Como quiere salirse con la suya, utilizará una mentira, pero para taparla tendrá que utilizar cien más”, asegura la experta.

Los castigos le resbalan

Antepone su objetivo a las posibles represalias, porque ante estas buscará una venganza y hará el mal, que es lo que le mueve.

El PP en el diván

El PP se encuentra en lo que los psicólogos llaman ‘negación’. Tienen un gran problema, la corrupción, pero no lo llegan a admitir. Son casos aislados, son ‘cosas’ que pasan, manzanas podridas, en todos los partidos pasa lo mismo…

La lista de casos de corrupción del PP sería demasiado larga para enumerar aquí. De todos modos habría que incluir también los casos de abusos de poder, de prácticas más propias de tiempos pasados pero aparentemente no olvidados.

¿Qué hacemos? Pues habrá que curar al paciente. Necesitan limpiar l casa y empezar de nuevo. Necesitan aprender una palabra que existe en inglés, pero curiosamente no en español. Accountability. Es decir, ser el responsable de tus actos. En UK si cometes un error, y es humano, no pasa nada. Sólo tienes que dimitir.

España necesita y se merece un partido conservador limpio, honrado, que sigue las reglas democráticas. El PP actual está enfermo, y debe buscar ayuda profesional.

You're Fired!

Donald trump has ‘terminated’ the head of the FBI.  That simple. Because he runs the show the only way he knows how, as if it were one of his business enterprises (and it probably is). I am the boss, you are my underling, you will do as I say. Period.

This should come as no surprise. After all, it was what he promised during the election campaign. Enough pc, let’s just get on with the job.

The real test is for democracy itself. Although not a perfect system by any means, it at least fends off would-be dictators, and, in theory, limits abuse of power generally. Trump will try to bring it to its knees, and his paid cohorts will gladly help him to achieve that. As will a certain number of foreign powers, with their own particular agendas.

Let us hope that the institutions of USA are strong enough to resist.  If not, God Bless America.

A Dirty Word

Politics (from Greek: Politiká: Politika, definition "affairs of the cities") is the process of making decisions applying to all members of each group. Wikipedia.

A dirty job, but somebody has to do it.

And there’s the rub. For who knows what kind of scheming, corrupt, small-minded, over-ambitious, two-faced megalomaniacs will run for office?

Politicians have given politics a bad name.  Just mention the word and everybody yawns, or groans or reaches for the bottle. Should anyone warm to the subject, the rest will wander off and leave them to it. Politics is boring, politics is a farce.

To the gallery they are public servants, sacrificing themselves to the god of the common weal, but we all know they vote according to their own interests.

Politicians are allowed, even expected, to lie. They can change their opinion and position mid sentence, no worry. If they make a promise, a solemn vow, it can be taken with a pinch of salt. Promises are made to be broken.

So we are asked, every so often, to choose between being robbed a little but controlled a lot, or being robbed a lot, but controlled less. If they win, they make a killing, if they lose, they make a living.

So voting becomes a chore. Thinking about different policies a pointless task. Politics? No thanks!

Which was the plan from the start. Leave it all in their capable hands. Let them get on with it. So that while we watch TV or chat in the bar, these boring, slippery types can decide for us exactly where our money goes.

And guess where it goes.