Really?  One soulless moron with a penchant for carnival barking theatrics has managed to hijack every discussion, (no matter the original intent of the topic), making it all about him.  In less than a year, T-speak has sucked the air out of rational thought, intelligent debate, politeness, manners and grooming, (nobody that smarmy could be practicing anything close to acceptable hygienic procedure), as he maniacally giggles away, tweeting one preposterous stream-of-unconsciousness line of nonsense after another.  No way Narcissus would have had anything named after himself had he been a contemporary of President More Me.  Everyone I meet is hoping to engage in any other topic of conversation, but cannot seem to complete even the most benign sentence without some reference to Carrot Top Satan.  There is probably a business opportunity here, in the retooling of detox clinics and twelve-step programs, but the danger of such paths to withdrawal, is that the process, (not unlike flesh-eating viruses), can often exacerbate the problem…and, imagine if around step eight or nine you suddenly found out that The Non-Surgical Lobotomy Clinic of Pacoima was a subsidiary of…well, any one of his cockamamie companies?  It’s enough to cause an angst-ridden comic strip character to uncharacteristically throw up his hands in defeat.

Most of us assume that there are ‘people’ who take care of the big things that we can’t possibly wrap our heads around…water, power, cell service, the making and distribution of snacks, flushing, the number of coffee shops it takes to keep us all amply caffeinated and making a worthless turd who has inexplicably usurped a powerful position, go away.  Somehow, the fail-safe mechanism has become purposefully or otherwise compromised.  I’ve checked, and there is no three-digit number for reporting such a thing and the conundrum is, the mechanism would necessarily have to be functional in order to trigger an automatic fix of itself.  This may require an organized intervention by a bunch of ‘smarter people’, (I think it would be appropriate if they were all named Alec).  Time is of the essence!  Volunteers?