Obligatory Political Rant

     The problem with this blog is that I'm the one writing it.  Let me boldly suggest that that's the problem with most blogs.  Blog writers have a lot of the same psychological traits as serial killers (or in the case of female bloggers, Munchhausen By Proxy Syndrome perpetrators). 

     Let's list a few of those cliche characteristics together, we've all seen the same Discovery Channel shows.  Marginalized, or a feeling of being marginalized in some way by society, under-employed, exaggerated ego, inflated sense of superiority, feelings of cough mumble sexual inadequacy mumble, and so on.  If I was a real human being, living an actual life, a life like one of the three make believe Aidans of my day dreams for instance, the last thing on my mind right now would be Donald Trump's decision not to run for president, and the morons in the media's reaction to that decision. 

     Enforcer For An Outlaw Biker Gang Aidan would be too busy dividing his attention between the voice of his nineteen year old stripper girlfriend in the ear piece of his blue tooth explaining why she's decided not to go with Fireball Heaven by The Strolling Eddies as the song for her last dance anymore, and the GPS on the dashboard of the rented Cadillac as it guides him to St. Louis where he plans on fire bombing one thing and bludgeoning to death something else.

     Billionaire Aidan would still be In Cannes, blissfully unaware of The Donald's decision as he watches his nineteen year old stripper girlfriend flirt with Channing Tatum at the bar across the room while he finishes an interview with a business journalist from Chinese television about his recent acquisition of Estonia's main wireless Internet provider. 

     Third World Dictator Aidan, being half owners with Trump of a gulf course outside of Memphis, would have heard of his buddy's decision, but would be too busy trying on bizarre, wholly contrived military uniforms for the approval of his nineteen year old stripper girlfriend to care one way or the other. 

     Sadly I am none of those Aidans.  I'm normal, boring, d-bag Aidan, so naturally I have to have some thoughts about Trump and the "journalists" covering him.

     Trump's decision not to run, if in fact he was ever really considering running at all, is cynical, self serving and all too predictable.  Unfortunately the main stream media's response is all the more so. 

     Oh how happy they are with their "nanny nanny boo-boo" columns on Huffington Post about how they knew all along, and how Trump is a self promoting blow hard who glommed on to the absurd birther issue to garner as much hard and fast attention for himself as he could.  "Once again" they smugly sneer, "we're right, and all of you lowly vermin who dare think for one moment Obama is less than a living god are wrong, and we wish you all the best in finding enough spare change in the rented furniture of your trailers to donate to the Newt Gingrich campaign."  

     They are so busy ridiculing Trump and his birth certificate idiocy that they aren't addressing the larger, far more important issue; why are so many people so angry and dissatisfied right now?  It's that anger that a prodigious opportunist like Trump was able to so expertly exploit, and it's that anger that is the real story.  Instead of facing down the tough questions involved in that subject however, they would rather admire their reflections in their fancy journalism diplomas and feel like they know something the rest of us don't.  

     The fact that millions of disenfranchised Americans were duped by the machinations of a selfish billionaire should bring a tear to their eye, not a smile to their face.