Why is Everyone Jumping on Trump’s Pecker?
I suppose it all started with Stormy…
by Joseph Warren, Editor
http://TheIndependentDaily.com
I’ve been banging my head against my desk trying to shake loose a transcendent thought that I might write about and use to update TheIndependentDaily.com, that had nothing to do with Trump, Biden, the various and expanding wars, the impending collapse of our economy, the plethora of immigrants running amok at our borders, and the myriad other challenges we face in the coming weeks and months as we approach the November election and our ultimate demise, yet all I could think about was, “Why hasn’t anybody written about the obvious ‘connection’ between Trump and his little Pecker?”
It became an obsession: Every morning I’d scan the news and not see one lousy headline making the Trump-Pecker nexus in a manner only a person of fifth-grade mentality could make. Headline after headline referred to David Pecker and Donald Trump only in mature terms, quite matter-of-factly. “Certainly” I thought, “I’m not alone in this, am I?”
Trump-Pecker, Trump-Pecker, Trump-Pecker…
I struggled to keep my mind off the subject forcing myself to consider other subjects: The escalating frequency of Murder-Suicides in the United States, as an example. Did you know that every week in our country at least 10 people die in a Murder-Suicide? Most often the perpetrator is a man. The weapon used is likely a firearm. Yet as significant as these seemingly weekly events are, they’re only so much flotsam in an absolute sea of violence - one ghastly act after another. Yet, to me, the prevalence and increasing gravity of these acts speaks volumes about our society: our values, habits, neuroses, addictions, and how we view, with lessening value, life, generally.
I found a valuable informational resources at the Violence Policy Center on the subject. Per their very insightful publication, there were, in the recent year referenced, 258 murder-suicide events resulting in 588 murder-suicide deaths, of which 258 were suicides and 330 were homicides, netting a slightly higher than 1:1 ratio. As a daily reader of the news, I know this is not reflective of the actual number. It seems as though there are 258 events every month culminating in thousands of deaths per year. It seems…
Trump-Pecker, Trump-Pecker, Trump-Pecker…
The Housing market is a good distraction and always worth a few hundred words, but it’s too obvious a target today, and in spite of my ‘feelings’ Housing seems to be fairly stable, at present. But, that could change very quickly given Mortgage rates (very high, but I’ve seen them much higher), Job Market stability (mass layoff reports appear to be increasing), Fuel prices (always volatile and at the whim of those beyond our control), Consumer Debt (at the mercy of online retailers and US Consumer need for immediate gratification), and War.
Trump-Pecker, Trump-Pecker, Trump-Pecker…
“War! What is it good for?” Absolutely and ironically, to our survival as a species. It’s just so painful to read about day-in and day-out: The misery and pain. Picturing ourselves in the roles of those who are suffering. It should not be necessary, yet, it keeps us going, War does: Industry benefits. The Economy thrives as a result. And, short of Nuclear conflagration, so does the planet by keeping population and pollution down. It gives our earth some breathing room.
Right now, we are 8 billion people covering the surface of this dirt ball rotating at about 800 or so miles per hour, depending on latitude, at about 64,000 miles per hour in our solar system, and, owing to the expanding universe, relatively more than 186,000 miles per second (>c) away from some other galaxies.
There is so much junk and rubbish, on the planet and in space. And, we did this all within my lifespan. In 1950 when I was born, there were 2 billion of us. The planet, not perfect but pretty pristine still, did not have an array of junk up there. Water was, with occasional exceptions, available and fairly clean. The air, except in Los Angeles where I grew up, wasn’t too murky and thick, and certainly wasn’t as miasmatic as today…
Trump-Pecker, Trump-Pecker, Trump-Pecker…
Oscar Wilde said the only way to deal with a temptation is to yield to it, so I searched the web for Trump’s Pecker restricting it to only that search term. In the short time since Trump’s Pecker first appeared, there are now 7,100 entries for his pecker which I think seems, like the number of Murder-Suicides, a bit low, and we’re not talking about postings on Facebook or X but in actual, once-respectable news journals: Politico, New York Magazine and the like.
Thank God! I take great comfort in knowing that I am not alone in snickering every time I read the words ‘Trump’ and ‘Pecker’ in the same sentence. It’s done. I no longer have to fixate on the phrase, Trump’s Pecker. It’s gone forever now. Absolutely! Now I can turn my attention back to preparing our survival strategy for later this year.
Trump-Pecker, Trump-Pecker, Trump-Pecker…
O... shit!