The picture above is a detail from the huge fresco that adorns the inside of the dome over the Rotunda of the Capitol Building in Washington. A skit from Saturday Night Live last night made me think of the artwork in the Rotunda since in the skit we see the cast depicted in the same setup, costumes and all, as the famous Trumbull painting of The Declaration of Independence which hangs in the Rotunda.
The second I saw this, I immediately recalled a moment when I was watching the live broadcast of last Monday's inauguration, during one of the times when the camera panned throughout the attendees to show the television audience the layout of the assembly there in the Rotunda. The camera operator seemed to have noticed that as it was panning from one viewpoint to the next, it was perfectly positioned where it was able to get a beautiful shot of the famous painting and it took it. If I'm not mistaken, it was during a point when the military choir was singing a patriotic song so it was oh so poignant.
When the skit on SNL opened, my immediate thought was the writer of the skit saw that shot and thought of the significance of the event and scribbled the entire skit right there and then. Of course then I got to applaud Lorne and the rest of the team for getting together everything so quickly, as they do every week, to be able to pull it all off live on the air including a cameo appearance by Lin-Manuel Miranda dressed as, of course, Alexander Hamilton.
Made me want to go look at a Wikipedia article describing the artwork in this hallowed place and I focused in on this one small section of that large dome fresco. To me it looks like an allegory for America smiting her enemies. Is this how Trump sees himself? Of course not as a woman wielding a bronze sword of American whoop ass, that would go against his own executive rule demanding a separation and delineation of only two sexes: male and female. But of course as the movie The Apprentice shows, and as I well know from my own following of his long career through the decades, at least what the media shows of it, there are many, and I mean many, contradictions in the life of Donald J. Trump.
Got to say though, it has not even been one full week, and this man has been busier than any president, even his own presidency from his first term, that I can remember in my entire life. Is he back on the phen?
Remember in The Apprentice, the movie, not the show, he was on those, quote unquote, diet pills? I'm sure modern pharmaceuticals have bubbled up some delicious concoctions that make even my Rainbow Magic pitifully nubile in terms of the power of what it can do to human physiology. I mean what's he got to lose?
When you're his age, why not burn out like a torch and use up all of your energy, which according to his philosophy, the body stores up like a battery; this is why he doesn't exercise since that would exhaust the energy stored in the body's battery. Again, this is mentioned in the movie, but I've read this in articles before so it must be true. Yet another glimpse into the bizarre mind of this man.
This blog is not a political blog. I don't want it to become one. I'm too tired and perhaps I'm a little bit jaded now to even give a crap anymore, but this will probably be my last post about this dude and his dynamism for a while because I got other stuff to do.
Ah who am I kidding. I got the feeling we're on the Trump Train and unlike those two witches from Shiz University, we ain't going to see no Drs. Brundle or Malcolm in the Emerald City.
I know Mrs. Morin, this is worse than a simple mixed metaphor. It's a mixed metaphor that has absolutely nothing to do with the preceding topic. I never said I'm Ernest Hemingway.
Oh, one last thing while I think of it Mr. Trump. Despite all your proclamations of the new Golden Age and what not, eggs are still five fucking bucks a dozen! Smite them prices, bitch!