No Country For Old White Men

Author's admission: I am a very old white man. 

I'm certainly not happy about it and would like to be about 23, which I think Freud said we all are anyhow. I'm even less happy about the company I'm in among certain old white men in D.C.

Did you see these creeps during the Trump Shutdown? That scary billionaire corpse of a Secretary of Commerce  Wilbur Ross was totally serious about Shutdown folks bopping down to their nearest corner bank and getting a fast few thou from the friendly banker waiting there because, said Secretary Ross, these were actually “government backed” loans because these people would get paid eventually. There might be a little interest, but no biggie. Gods don't answer letters and billionaires don't get bank loans. His ignorance is as appalling as everything else about him. He might be the oldest old white man alive; someone should hold a mirror under his nose occasionally.

Then there's Trump economic adviser Kevin Hasset, who kindly explained that the Trump Shutdown recipients were actually getting a double vacation by some arcane bureaucratic figuring that was again appalling in its ignorance and basic inhumanity. Is there some kind of test for coldness and inhumanity that White House staffers must pass? Not so much for security clearances, of course.

The Soul of Old White Man-ness lies of course in the White House itself, pun very much intended. There is no real need to rehearse all the ongoing moral and political ignorance that led to Trump's 35-day journey into political night. This old white man got his ass kicked by an old white lady who in all sincerity and with the grace of a true leader says she actually prays for Trump to obtain an abundance of wisdom. 

You don't see Mitch McConnell praying for anybody but himself and the worst principles of his party and he is probably the poster boy for old white men. And he is so ugly inside and out that he would make a locomotive take a dirt road. 

The thing is all these ugly-souled old white men are getting their asses kicked or are about to. Enough about these dinosaurs.

Now we get to the good part. Did you ever see and hear Kamala Harris laugh? Go on Youtube. She laughs real and hard and loud and you're right there with her. She doesn't talk shit either, like those old white guys above. She's been in the Senate two years and she's running for president and she's running hard and I'd pay cash money to watch her tear up Trump in a debate.

If you didn't see Alexandria Cortasio-Cortez dancing you're probably the only one in America. And when all the old white farts in Congress started bitching about it, she turned around and danced her way into her office to the tune of “War-What is it good for? Absolutely nothing!” She's even giving these geezers smart phone lessons. She worked behind a bar in the Bronx and she takes no shit.

“We're going to impeach the motherfucker!” All right, sister! That was from new Rep. Rashida Tlaib from Detroit and she is smart and feisty and got herself elected and ain't about to take any steps backward for any of these old white dudes.

And these women have a champion in Nancy Pelosi.

Who do the old white men have?