The hottest show in the digital air continues to be the Realty TV show – The Prez!
The show received a bump this week (as if it needed one) from retiring Republican Senator Bob Corker.
Corker stated the obvious to The New York Times that President Donald Trump is hamming it up in the White House as if he was a Reality Show TV President!
Remember this from March 20, 2016?
Or this from March 6, 2017?
Then there was this on June 23 of this year:
Compounding it all, the national press corp has yet to learn not to swallow hook, line and sinker.
From the Cornfield, from your surprise about the Prez, perhaps it is a confirmation that now is the time to retire, Senator Corker.
By virtue of having been born on the soil of the United States of American at Welborn Baptist Memorial Hospital in Evansville, Indiana, I can proudly proclaim I am an American.
But – what does it mean beyond being an offspring fortunate enough for my nativity to be in this country?
What distinguishes a person as an American other than the site of birth?
How can we tell who is an American versus who may be, say, a Canadian, who speaks and looks like most Americans?
There is no singular ethnicity to set us apart as American.
There is no particular racial classification, but a hodgepodge of all races and sub-sections.
There is no single country of colonization of this portion of the North American continent.
There is no official language.
There is no particular genetic marker to trace who is and is not an American – such as eye or hair color, skin pigmentation. An American, as the words in a children’s song, may be red and yellow, black or white.
Physical characteristics, speech and dialects, none of the usual suspects define an American.
New Americans come into the world almost every day – and not – by birth.
Americans are not persuaded or aligned with a state religion or practice of faith and spirituality. In fact, one can be an American without any belief system that envisions a power greater than ourselves.
Other than a predominance of democracy and federalism, Americans do not pledge allegiance to a universal ideology or political persuasion. Political leanings are all over the map.
Some Americans amble through life with no basis in the alter-verse of politics or ideology.
From the Cornfield, I can beat my chest and swell with pride by virtue of birth to be an American.
But what other than that marks me as an American?
Some can lay hold to the honor of being an American through the process of naturalization, denouncing any and all allegiance to the country of their birth or country of last residence.
Many of these Americans are more patriotic and willing to lay down their lives for their adopted country than those who are homegrown, to their shame.
The belief in and living up to the radical idea ascribed by the Founding Fathers that an American will defend to the death, pledging honor and fortune to protect and uphold the belief that all humans are endowed by their Creator with “life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness” is what makes me able to crow, “I am American.”
Not – because I was born in the Cornfield.
If you are an American, what makes you – other than birth – an American?
She won by a landslide. Incumbent Lovely Warren won by a whopping 62% of the votes, Sheppard finished 2nd with 22%, Barnhart 16%.
This gives Warren a very powerful lead for the November election.
Today is primary day here in Rochester.
Currently our Mayor is Lovely Warren. (Picture 1)
Her opponents are former news journalist Rachel Barnhart and former police chief James Sheppard.
All 3 are on the Democratic ticket.
It will be an interesting primary.
The national press corps, Democratic pundits and Republican Never-Trumpers are making a big deal out of President Donald Trump’s lack of good numbers in the polls.
Why? The President lost the popular vote by around 3,000,000 (three million) votes. Of course poll numbers will have him in hot water.
BUT it is the Electoral College numbers which count.
Most likely poll numbers will never be great for this President.
My advice – ignore the polls and focus on what is or is not accomplished.
That is all that matters.
From the Cornfield, as in all, it is not what is said, but what is done or not done with which to measure success.
Speaking of polls, how long will the Trump Presidency last?
Republicans are learning a lesson, which the Establishment had not anticipated.
The White House may have an occupant who won the Oval Office running on the Republican ticket, but being on the ticket does not make one more than a card-carrying member.
Donald J. Trump is an independent President.
Remember back in July, 2015, two years ago I wrote:
From the Cornfield, as I look through the stalks and the Desert cacti pricking me when I get too close, the Trump Effect on the 2016 presidential race will very likely be a lesson for the GOP of how to lose an election.
For The Donald it is an easy way to throw an election.
Trump, a friend of President Bill and Hillary Clinton, sitting on the front row of Chelsea’s wedding, giving to Hillary’s campaigns, for years backing Democrats, is now crowing about being a Republican.
Looking out across the Desert, it is no mirage. Trump is neither Republican, Democrat, Libertarian or even Independent. Trump is Trump.
What The Donald says, does, how he acts, are all for the benefit of only The Donald – America’s interest takes second place to Donald’s self standing.
Turns out I was right in my assessment.
President Trump is who he has always been: An independent thinker who does what benefits him, not a political party or any set ideology.
What George Wallace could not do, Trump did.
What Ross Perot could not do, Trump did.
As I noted in “An American Revolution“, Trump may have seized power of the Grand Ole Party, but he was not then nor now or ever a Republican.
The sooner the Republican Establishment accepts this fact, the sooner the party can move on and survive.
In name, Republicans won the White House, but in reality, the GOP lost the election to an independent.
Like it or not, support him or not, reality is that Trump mirrors the people who voted for him – he is a free thinker like his voters.
Those voters may not agree with his thoughts, his actions, his words, but they like the fact he says what is on his mind.
These voters like that Trump is Trump and not a cut-out doll.
We are a nation that survived the tumultuous days of the 1960s and the constitutional crisis which erupted during the last days of President Richard Nixon. We will survive this presidency as well.
From the Cornfield, there will be days when we will reel and scream like passengers on the train with Casey Jones. There will be other days we will be sailing smoothly, island hopping in the Caribbean.
Keep the life preservers handy and a stockpile of water, but know this too shall pass.
Give me your thoughts on how long the Trump Presidency will last:
When you are wrong, you are wrong.
Mr. President, you are wrong.
Yes, hate is hate and violence is violence.
No, you cannot equate the hatred of Neo-Nazis, White Supremacists and the Ku Klux Klan with the hate of those on extreme left.
A complete renunciation of these bigots and racists elements who seek to corrupt history and to divide us must be done without any equivalency.
Your failure, Mr. President, to offer condolences and to reach out to the family of the woman, Heather Heyer, who was brutally murdered by a deranged man, advocating the destruction of those not like him, is a monumental fail on your part.
Heather Heyer died a martyr to the cause of freedom on which this nation was built.
Mr. President, you are President of ALL the people, not just your base or those who spew hatred and advocate violence among the races and those of differing religious adherents.
If you expect to be a strong, successful President, it is time, Mr. President to take a look in the mirror.
It is time, Mr. President, to reflect on what it truly means to be an American.
It is time, Mr. President, to rise to the office to which you have been elected. It is time, Mr. President, to offer a sincere apology to the American people for failing to be the man you should be in occupying the Oval Office.
If, Mr. President, your interest is purely self-serving, it is time, Mr. President, to hand the reins to someone else.
From the Cornfield, when you’re wrong, you’re wrong.
There is time to rectify the situation, but that time is running out.
Soon the sands will have run out.
Days like yesterday it becomes difficult to determine if President Donald Trump is 7 or 70 years of age. After his childish tweet on Twitter, it is not easy to imagine it was sent by the Leader of the Free World.
Compounding the confusion is the National Press Corps acting like a bunch of second graders circling on the playground screaming, ‘‘Fight! Fight! Fight!”
While the folk in the Cornfield and throughout the Heartland sit back snickering and ignoring the lunacy.
We are more concerned with jobs, putting food on the table, having summer fun and our own health and concerns than the shenanigans of the Political Alter verse inside the Beltway.
Give us a break and focus on what really matters.
While I do not agree with the President in often what he tweets and the words he chooses to use, I do have an understanding of his mindset and the cultural setting for what most of us consider uncouth and un-called-for wording.
I discussed this nearly a year ago: Grandpa and Trump.
The White House Press Corps and others of the National Press are rightly criticized by those of us in the Heartland.
The bent of the journalists and their connection with life outside of the Coasts and the Beltway is far different from those of us in the Cornfield and the rest of the Heartland.
What matters to them, we find “too much ado about nothing.”
Time for the press to get out into the hustlings. Time for the President to put down his phone and focus on what is of importance to “we, the people.”
From the Cornfield, for a second day, we are being beset with talk about the President’s tweets and the National Press reaction and condemnation.
Time for both sides to give it a rest.
Both the President and the National Press are too defensive, too quick to throw bombs at each other and generally ready to step outside too often.
There will always be a certain amount of distrust and dislike between whoever is in the Oval Office and reporters who cover the White House, but at least the two should be able to act civilly with one another.
Before we get started, pour yourself a tall one of This is Life, mixed not stirred, with the flavor of choice: Fox News, CNN, MSNBC or PBS. With that out of the way, let us move to the main course.
Grab a healthy slice of WWE Raw and knead with Survivor. Mix in a dallop of Big Brother and a bit of The Amazing Race. Blend until it consists of The Voice along with a tinge of American Idol. Sprinkle in The Real Life and a dash or two of Fear Factor. Garnish with The Apprentice. Bake and bank it like America’s Got Talent.
For dessert serve, hot or cold, The Bachelor or World of Dance (you may substitute Dancing With Stars or So, You Think You Can Dance).
What you have concocted is the hottest dish on television this year, breaking all ratings and blowing up the Nielsen boxes – the reality hit – The Prez, starring Donald J. Trump and a host of snakes and gators slithering through the swamp.
So, Who Wants to be a Millionaire?
We should have seen it coming. The critics should not be surprised. But in such a relatively short period of time may have caught us all off guard.
Less than four score years ago, the first television President burst on our black and whites. John F. Kennedy became a matinee idol to Richard Nixon’s five o’clock shadow of a villain in the making.
Bill Clinton took late night TV by storm and even rocked out MTV.
Barack Obama tapped into the new internet medium, but soon a new nerd came along to dominate social media – Trump. On our smartphones, our tables, laptops and PCs, not to mention our flatscreens, Everything’s Turning Up Trump!
The American viewing public is eating up as The Donald takes on the Main Stream Media and rubs the Dems and even his fellow GOPers noses in it.
Americans have become insatiable. More Facebook videos. More Twitter. More Youtube cinema masterpieces.
Howard Stern may be the king of all media, but Trump is the master of the medium of social networking.
America, you asked for it – you got it. Those 24-hour news networks have fed the monster and shot it up with hormones, resulting in the award winning show of our first Reality Television Presidency.
Now the national press corps complains about the Frankenstein it aided the American public in creating.
Yet in the Heartland, in the Cornfield, people tune in to catch the highlights, but go back to living their lives. Folk here tend to care more about a job, paying the bills, living life, putting food on the table. While the Coasts can’t get enough of the Beltway action.
The Heartland yawns.
From the Cornfield, how long will the show run?
Will it crash and burn early with an impeachment to boost ratings?
Tune in tomorrow – same Bat channel, same Bat time.