There’s the dictionary version,
san·i·ty
ˈsanədē/
noun
…and the legal litmus test of understanding the distinction between “right” and “wrong”. Then, there’s the complicated and manipulated nuance that blurs any clarity of the subject, including a never-ending debate over the sub-definitions of “right” and “wrong”, the influences of bad parenting, the effects of lead paint, penis and breast size, inbreeding and the unscientific, but nonetheless damaging, subliminal, satanic messaging in Rock and Roll music.
It’s a touchy subject, for sure. Mind doctors have given more effort to finding gentler labels for ‘batshit crazy’ than they have on treatment, as the most cursory look-around would support. We are not too far removed from frustrated, over-crowded maze rats whose mental breakdowns lead to cannibalism and suicide. And, lest you believe that our far superior mental accuity and ability to reason will be our salvation from a rat-like future, our behavior would not support that thesis.
Our President is an unappologetic liar, cheater and sexual predator who, without question, fits snuggly into Noah Webster’s “nut job” bag and has proven himself so unpredictably unhinged that it’s impossible to assess his ability to measure the right or the wrong of anything. That, in itself, is horrifying, but, cue the screechy Hitchcockian violins. There are 254 members of the House of Representatives and 54 US Senators who have lost their collective minds. Only one of two things happens when the inmates take over the asylum; a brilliantly funny film called King of Hearts, or a total breakdown of civility and, in case you were uncertain, we are not actors in a quirky, classic movie. The gang of 308, (with few exceptions), have embraced the Scam-Artist-in-Chief for purely political currency. They take turns as the talking head charged with the responsibility of addressing the press and the public to defend, explain and substantiate the tweets, attacks and the pulled-out-of-his-ass fabrications of their whack-a-doodle leader. They slink around behind closed doors, crafting damaging legislation that will negatively impact most Americans, seemingly without a sane person’s moral voice that would qestion such action. Seeking to cram through any evil bill to be signed by the Mad King Donnie, the Senate has penned something advertised as a sweeping reform of the Tax Code, alleged to give massive cuts to all Americans, “especially those in the middle and lower income brackets”. What it really does is save billionaires and huge corporations millions and millions of annual tax dollars, up the National Debt by a trillion, ‘increase’ taxes for those in the $75K-$150K bracket, (know anyone?), finally dismantle the ACA, defund Planned Parenthood and the EPA, sell off 1000’s of acres of National Parks and kick your dog. And, I’ve only read about six or seven pages, (that would be six or seven pages more than the 51 assholes that voted for it), of a phonebook-sized, (that would be one of those old phonebooks like the ones Charles Atlas used to tear in half), epic, meant to be an interpretive dance for Supreme Court, (that would be the Supreme Court that an insane, pretend President could potentially repopulate), rulings for decades.
In all fairness, “kick your dog” is not really a line item, but there is still the reconciliation process with the House version and Paul Ryan is dying to kick your dog. CRAZY!