Laughing Between Clinched Teeth

A friend said about the election, "I can't afford to cry. If I start, I'll never stop." 

Then the teenaged son of another friend, grinning big and slapping his knee, said, "Don't you see how funny Trump is? He's the drunken fist. Gotta love how he keeps everything unpredictable and totally superlative! Sick!"

The drunken fist. A bunch of 1970s movies explored the Kung-Fu fighter who uses a style of footwork and surprise strikes developed out of the stumbling gait of a drunken fool to confuse and trick his opponents into thinking he is incapacitated, insignificant, and unworthy of attention. Yep. I get it. Trump is the master of that. Whether it's a deliberate ploy of his or not is another question altogether.

Why can't I be like a teenaged boy and just enjoy the show?

No one is more flummoxed by Trump's drunken fist than Republican senators. Their cowardice, inanity, and fecklessness do yield abundant, albeit dark comedy, especially when they make throat-clearing sounds about the dignity and power of the U.S. Senate as a coequal branch of government. Ha.