OMG. I’m getting a ChickenLittle complex. I need a vacation to read the Mueller report. Of course, we’re getting so much explaining and condensing it seems almost redundant to read it. But, if you care about your country and consider yourself an informed citizen, you have to do your own studying.

If you like your autocrats fat and sassy, Trump is definitely your choice. He’s got a ticket to ride and regardless of who is flying the plane, he will stick the landing and then fire the pilot. Make no mistake, based on everything he has done so far, eight years may not be enough. Things are taking shape that were once considered inconceivable and if he continues unchecked, he may decide to be president for life. And then pass the title on to Jared. No, not Don, Jr. That would be crazy.

In Vegas, they’re called advantage players. Gamblers who beat the game by altering the house statistical advantage in their favor. The house doesn’t appreciate that. The American people are the house in this scenario. After a bit of investigating, the offender is escorted out. Please. Sometimes the gambler needs a greater advantage and will attempt to cheat the game. The house really doesn’t like that. Sometimes, but not always, the offender is prosecuted. And sometimes if considered a great enough threat, they are included in the infamous Black Book.

We are now living in that galaxy far far away. Obewan, you are my only hope. But, who will play the part of  Obewan? Spielberg and Lucas need to collaborate or collude and bring us the final sequel.

I like Elizabeth Warren to play the part. But I fear she cannot overcome the Pocahontas monicker. Joe? No. Too late and too many inappropriate shoulder grasps. I like Joe, but no. Twenty may not be enough.

A wizard with no special powers except the ability to use the fun house mirrors. Think you see me? Hah…think again. The whole miserable act has the feel of the midway.  Barkers, scammers and rigged games on full display.

Like the wizard in the mythical Oz, Trump hides behind the curtain and spews smoke and flames out his ass to keep the crowds both enthralled and amazed.

But enough of that. Let us not forget that the appeal Trump holds for his base is his acumen as a business mogul. Slick, cool, Trump’s a real gamer and game changer. Problem is he is running the country like he ran his Atlantic City casinos. Into the ground. It takes a special kind of idiot to bankrupt a casino. With all that special managerial expertise, he is applying all those winning principles to his presidential style.

In Vegas, casinos have a special talent for reeling in the fishes both big and small. As long as you have cash to put into play, you are a welcome guest. You may even feel like part of a big casino family. Of course it’s all an illusion with the sole purpose of separating you from your money. The concept is so simple, it’s hard to imagine how one might fail.

Beyond being simply stupid, your employees may steal from you. You may run your games without thought to mathematical probabilities. You may be taking more money out the back door than you’re taking in the front. There is no philosophical approach. Only money. So being a money guy, again it’s hard to imagine how Trump could be such a failure.

But I suspect that Trump liked the idea of owning a casino more than he liked running one. The thrill is not in winning but in staying in the game. And losing is always someone else’s fault. Ego gets in the way of logic. Remember Trump trusts his gut. But as we know that’s where all the poop is generated. He is a sick, degenerate gambler. Simple. But he doesn’t like to lose. No gambler likes to lose. And if you are truly addicted, you will do anything, make any deal, try any deception, to beat the game.

Russia, if you’re listening…

So it seems Benjamin Franklin was on to something. His thought was, you will recall, to make the turkey our nation’s humble symbol. Cooler heads prevailed and the bald eagle won the day.

But I am beginning to think the turkey was the correct choice. They are ill tempered and they can be quite hostile when they feel threatened. They do not fly but rather do a lot of wing flapping and sprinting. Not to be confused with the wild turkey which do fly but certainly not comparable to the majestic sustained flights of the eagle.

I think the country now deserves a turkey as our symbol. After all, we have a big turkey in the White House. And he does have an affinity for elevating family to positions of authority. He likes to pardon turkeys. Perfect.

Eagle= majestic. Turkey = dinner. The world over, forces are at work to eat our lunch. The recipes are in place and the only thing missing is the catalyst to put it all together. Trump is a vital key and if allowed to prevail another four years, the damage done may be irreversible. Our enemies are depending on a big fat turkey.

The joke is on us. Not only is it not funny, it’s damn scary.

The greatest mystery has been: why such blind devotion to dear leader. And I think I may have some insight.

It’s not dear leader at all. It is something quite more nefarious. There has always been a rumbling of discontent, of disconnect, running through the depths of the country. In dear leader, they have found their voice. And, they will not be denied. The real objective is the dissolution of the country. Democracy is so yesterday. These radicals want nothing less than the end of democracy. Whatever it takes, they are willing to accept any sleight, any depravity, any low down deceit…doesn’t matter. They see the country as fatally flawed and the only way to fix it is to burn it down and start over with a decidedly whiter and richer governance.

Think about it. The one thing we hear from the base over and over: we’re not in love with his method, but we love that he is shaking things up. Drain the swamp? Shit, they’re swimming in it.

So while I don’t claim a specialty in psychology I do think I am pretty close in dissecting the brains of the devoted. And they seem a fairly homogenous group. Sharing a mental similarity that may not be psychotic, but dangerously close. Ted Bundy seemed normal and charismatic until he locked the doors on the VW.  Too late.

Dummy up and deal.