TITANIC

Drinking and driving are an obvious negative. Drinking and writing are not a plus. Drinking and trying to do anything lead nowhere. You would think men with years of experience would learn from their failures in the bedroom that drinking doesn't accomplish anything. After an abusive night, I can't get out of bed until the early afternoon when my stomach begins to growl and I stagger to the refrigerator for cold chicken and a Topo Chico. With the imagination of a zombie, I sit before my computer and pound out a short essay.

It is four o'clock in the afternoon of a day already wasted but with faint hopes that the evening can still be rescued. I can generally count on two shots of tequila restarting my motor. I never regret my drunks. I usually drink too much because I don't want the moment or the night to end. The company is good and the meal was delicious, so there's no point in bringing this momentary pleasure to an end. I usually succumb to the temptation that the present abuse will be worth the impending cost.

Claudia and I went to Toscafino. The place was packed. We sat on the patio. The night was precious. There were several Christmas parties in progress. Good cheer filled the air, but our joy may come to an abrupt half more sooner than later. I talked to my son in Austin and my step-daughter in South Antonio and they said that COVID is ravaging both cities and extensive social restrictions are on the horizon.

(Out of curiosity I check the Coronavirus stats. We have officially cracked the 300,000 deaths barrier. Texas is nearing 25,000. On the average 3000 Americans are perishing each day. Brownsville only suffered two deaths yesterday, but those numbers are on the verge of an abrupt change. For Brownsville, the interchange between San Antonio and Austin is intense. As in my case, the Rio Grande Valley residents have an extensive family and friend network in those two cities. A substantial norther is arriving tomorrow night. Will COVID rides its current and descend upon our poor city exiled to the fringes of civilization like God's Destroying Angel killing the first born during the time of Moses?)

Despite the desperate need to have a good time and fool ourselves into thinking that everything is normal and Trump is right in fulminating that COVID is a hoax and one of many baseless conspiracies to dethrone him, there was cause for celebration. The Supreme Court had taken down our Supreme Leader as the justices refused to listen to another of his frivolous cases. We are one step closer to the overthrow of this democratic dictator, but we still have 39 more nightmarish days to endure before he is escorted out of the White House by the Washington D.C. police. 

As quickly as he is losing it as he lashes out more vociferously against his former Republican allies because they are refusing to prostrate themselves before this emperor who wants to impose his own dynasty on the American people as if we were Chinese kowtowers, his fanatical followers have become vigilantes who want to hang democracy and our government from the nearest limbs with all the vigor their ancestors once lynched African-Americans.

Once a naked Trump is stripped of his power and there is ample evidence that his small hands reveal the reason this bully has an inferiority complex and is always preoccupied about size--whether it's the margin of victory or the alleged millions comprising his crowd or even the length of his own penis--we will gladly applaud as this dastardly bastard surrenders his power and turns pathetic. 

Trump once bragged that with him as our president we would grow tired of winning. With the Supreme Court's curt dismissal of his case,  Trump is in the middle of one of the longest losing streaks in the annuals of history. They say that Joe Dimaggio's record of hitting in 56 straight games will never be broken. Beginning with his election defeat, Trump finds himself in a legal losing streak that is unprecedented. He is on his way to the minors. The bigger question: Is he on his way to prison, which would seem to be a logical destination for this loser.

It is not my intention to wish bad luck on anyone, but I am willing to make an exception for Trump. More than 300,000 are dead as a result of his incompetence and thousands more will die in the coming months because this megalomaniac was incapable of leading. For no logical reason, he bashed wearing masks, social distancing and avoiding large crowds, the first line of defense that every individual can implement to battle this terrible scourge. And the millions who emulate his deadly behavior defy explanation. Infected by millions of idiots among our ranks, how can we dare say that we are the greatest nation in the history of mankind? 

With the Supreme Court putting an end to his judicial strategies, he will resort to even more intimidating tactics to recruit more sheep to his reactionary army who have lost all sense of their American heritage. In their senseless hysteria, they are capable of forming a Neo-Nazi Party swearing allegiance to a Constitution that only means what the Fuhrer Trump wants it to mean. 

Alexander Hamilton always feared these ignorant masses rising in madness and wrecking havoc on the country, but Thomas Jefferson insisted that there was good in every human being and that man's more noble instincts would prevail in the end. Hamilton's trepidation was justified and Jefferson's confidence in his fellow man was misplaced. Trump has the instincts of an unfettered beast followed by a pack of savage swine who are running wild in this country with murderous intent.

This is not an exaggeration.

Beware! 

The pigs are in the streets!