I was losing my faith. Okay, I was starting to feel despair.
But I feel ever so much better now that I see the long game. The big picture. The next moves in the 3 dimensional chess game.
The plan to drive the brain-dead right-wingers absolutely howling batshit.
I am beginning to think that maybe, just maybe, our Dear President plans to run out his time in office trolling the Republicans/Conservatives in every way he can. His moves on immigration hinted at that possibility. Now his announcement of plans to normalize relations with Cuba makes that seem even more likely.
The man has ample reason to bear a grudge, and what a wonderful thing it would be if he spent the next two years patiently, (and secretly gleefully) dishing out payback: doing everything in his power to make RepubliCon heads explode. Because he can, and for the pure hell of it.
So what could be next?
Making Chris Rock press secretary? Getting the NRA declared a terrorist organization and waterboarding LaPierre in front of Dick Cheney? Emptying Gitmo and sending all the prisoners to Lindsey Graham to do his yard work? Putting Elizabeth Warren in charge of all financial decisions--and giving her military powers, including tanks to roll on Citi? Putting Ralph Nader in charge of the EPA and changing the rules so that fracking is allowed--only if the politicians from that state drink at least 50% of the waste fracking fluid, and coal state pols like McConnell MUST have to have a coal burning plant right next to their estate--and the chimney dumping directly into their Great Room. Directing the FCC to implement a 'Truth In News' law that would fine flagrant offenders like Fox into oblivion. Like--well, you get the idea. You probably have some of your own.
Wouldn't you like to see the Big O doing everything in his power to cause the right to suffer from ulcers, volcanic reflux, nuclear diarrhea, bleeding eyeball migraines, depth-charge dyspepsia, heroin addiction and dirt-eating, head-pounding, fingernail-chewing despair, and so much outrage they implode into fuming grease stains marked with scorched flag pins.
Oh the fun we could have. So come on, please Sir, can we have some more?