Laughing: on the eve of January 20, 2017

I have been taking some time to assess and decide on an appropriate response to the presence of our new president-to-be, paying attention to the confused attempts that the media are having in being able to communicate a narrative that is coherent and effective. So far I have not seen one. But I have finally come to the realization, for myself, that as always, only the truth is appropriate and effective. And I believe the truth here is that our next president is, after all is said, little more than a decidedly pompous buffoon.

He is a laughing stock. It is my only way to appraise him. And I believe the only effective way to approach and respond to him is by acknowledging him as the laughing stock that he is, and that he will represent for this country.

He can accuse and he can threaten, but he is a coward. He can make declarations and assume credit, but all one hears are whiney huffs and puffs. He is a blowhard, and an embarrassment. Everything that gusts from between his lips, or that spreads from the imperious touch of his fingers, is a reflection of that actuality.

I am convinced that our best common course of action is to laugh. Laugh, not as a benign reaction, but as a proactive force that will distract, befuddle, and diminish him. Laugh at his inept efforts to disguise his deficiencies. Laugh at his rudeness. Laugh at his wheezy threats. Laugh at his inane deafness and stubbornness. Laugh at his feeble attempts to camouflage his lack of currency. Laugh for the havoc and the damage he will wreak on our nation.

Don’t laugh at him, laugh about him. Laugh for the harm he is going to do, and the people he is going to hurt. Laugh at the madness and the absurdity of our contemporary condition.

Laugh until we are all laughing together, synchronously and uproariously. Laugh until his corpus shrinks in reaction to its own disbelief at our profoundness and our effectiveness. Laugh until our collective tears, tears released from the unbounded energy of our unified laughter, wash this humiliation away forever – and cleanse us.

Laugh. Laugh. Laugh. Laugh.

After, we will take time to cry.

Martin Gantman

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