It used to be an annual tradition. “The Wizard of Oz”. First aired in the original black and white format, it was magically transformed into living color. The important elements of the film, however, were quite dark. The wicked witch. The destructive tornado which uprooted the house that led to Dorothy’s quest to get back to Kansas. The great and powerful Oz who orchestrated smoke and mirrored spectacles from behind a curtain ostensibly to keep the citizens of Oz appropriately in awe. And controlled.

A fanciful tale of fear and loathing and finally redemption when Dorothy awakens to find it was all a dream. Like the movie that takes us down the yellow brick road, we have picked up some characters along the way. In the beginning, Trump was the wizard all smoke and mirrors. He was constantly doing his standup routine where he did all the heckling in front of his adoring fans. He has gradually morphed into the wicked witch, pissed off because Dorothy dropped the house on her sister. We are not sure who Trump is pissed off at, we just know he constantly wallows in anger. But he plays all the characters really: the cowardly lion, in need of courage; the scarecrow, in need of a brain; the tin man, in need of a heart. There’s a lot going on in that stable genius brain.

The virus is his field of poison poppies sprouted to stop those he hates at the border. Who needs a wall. Gerrymandering is so passé. Death will accomplish the task without all the legal scrutiny that is such an inconvenience. “I’ll get you my pretty…and your little dog, too.”

So where do we go from here. We can’t expect he will ride off in his hot air balloon. Nor can we expect Dorothy to throw a pail of water on him…“Ohhhhh, what a world, what a world. Who would have thought that a little girl like you could destroy my beautiful wickedness“. The best we can hope for is to wake up and find it was all a terrible dream. Except there really was a tornado and the world will never be the same.

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