He calls himself Mo Dazz

Last four weeks or so I’ve been renting the Trawler I used to own. Good old Scruffy. Paying Ronnie half the slip fee while he’s down south towing his wife’s line. Yeah, that’s right. He gave up the boat life and moved back in with her. Got himself a brand new job in El Cajon, a grim little city southeast of San Diego.

Is that where he moved, El Cajon?

Could be he moved to Chula Vista. Another grim sprawl near the Mexican Border.

Chula Vista from the air.

El Cajon/ Chula Vista. Same difference.

Is it though?

I should not be disparaging these towns. They are not all the same. They just seem to be the same. The same if you’re living in one of those three bedroom ranch style pads with a pool and plastic hot tub, a trailered boat in the driveway, a garage packed with shit you never use and don’t want but you can’t get rid of it cuz you’re too attached to your worthless shit. Well, that’s life in the Southern California Suburbs. Ronnie told me he missed his backyard and his dogs and his garage…he left out telling me he missed his wife. Poor sap. So he moved back down there all the way down there 600 miles back down there to the life he left behind when he moved up here! Put Scruffy on Craigslist and Facebook Marketplace.

(He’s got an alias he uses for the listings, calls himself Mo Dazz.)

He asked me would I mind showing the boat to prospective buyers. I told him no big deal, I’d be glad to. And sure enough, soon I’m getting calls from Tire-Kickers asking me if I’m Mo.

“Is this Mo?”

“FUCK NO!”

“You got the boat for sale?”

“Oh…oh, yeah…”

“So what’s your name then?”

“People call me Mister Dazz!”

A couple weeks go by and the calls fall off. Nobody’s inquiring about Scruffy. I’m not surprised. Mo Dazz is asking too much for the old Tub. He wants more than what I sold it to him for…and what I sold it to him for was more than it was worth…

So I’m sitting pretty on Scruffy. I’m paying half the rent I used to pay. I could live on this tub forever. I even stopped looking for another boat. Maybe Mo Dazz shows up for a weekend now and then. (he can’t stay more than a weekend cuz he’s gotta bust his ass five days a week supporting his wife and paying rent for his house down south not to mention the exorbitant slip fees my marina charges up here…slightly ameliorated by my own contribution.) No Big Deal! What do I care if he shows up for a quick weekend? I’m at Trumpy Joan’s on weekends. You see? It works out all the way around. I’m even kind of amazed by my own strategic brilliance…

Este Bien, Amigo!

Then whadaya know! Shit Happens…

Last Monday I get a call from Ronnie. “I’m coming back,” he says.

“For the weekend?”

“For good. The wife and I had a final split.”

“That’s too bad.”

Well, I guess it was always in the cards. Anyway, I’m moving back to the boat.”

“What about your job?”

“Oh, I’ll find something up there.”

“Really?”

I can do some temp work for a friend until I find a full-time job.”

“A friend.”

“Oh yeah. A good friend.”

“So when do you plan on moving back up here?”

“Tomorrow afternoon.”

“You’re leaving tomorrow afternoon?”

“No. I’ll be there tomorrow afternoon.”

“That’s….fantastic.”

Welcome back, VAN LIFE!

Meanwhile Old Trumpy’s on a Tariff Tear

He’s moving very quickly in a reckless and excited manner.

This is not his Great Leap Forward. He had that already. That was his first term. He tried to shake shit up during his first term. He tried to fix illegal immigration by sticking babies in cages but doing that pissed off Melania. So he backed off. He slapped Tariffs on China but the Billionaires balked. So he backed off. He kissed Putin’s ass and pissed off the war hawks so that was not so good. He backed off a little. Switched his attention to the dwarf king of North Korea.

Then he bungled the covid pandemic, killing 400 or so thousand people. Some say he did that on purpose.

But the economy was still good, thanks to Obama. Which helped to give him a pass. He could always claim to own Obama’s Economy and get away with it. Still, all the other shit he bungled was enough to edge him out and let Old Joe into the front door of the White House. Which, aside from Trumpy’s failed insurrection, gave us four years of relative peace and prosperity.

But now the Orange Head is back. Back with a Vengeance. This is Trumpy 2.0….what you might call, his Cultural Revolution.

He won this term fair and square. Well…if you call having his campaign funded by a Pole Cat with a name that sounds like Musk Rat who alone contributed 250 million bucks to Donald’s war chest not to mention the other two richest men in the world pitching in untold millions of their own money…if you call that fair and square…I guess it is. Bernie Sanders might disagree…

Anyway, the Old Dude appears to have learned a thing or two from his prior fumbles. This time around the Big Trumpy is doing it bigly.

No more fucking around with Cabinet Member Generals like John Kelly or Geo Political Advisers like John Bolton or any of the other cabinet members from last time around who were if nothing else accomplished and level-headed and yes intelligent. No more of those guard rail people telling him he needs to back off. This time he’s doing it his way. He’s not terribly smart but he does have a long memory and I’ll be damned if he can’t hold a grudge better than anybody in the world. He’s packed his cabinet with toadies and lamebrains and especially crackpots. He’s unleashed the Elon Chain Saw on the entire federal government. Along with dimwit con men like Peter Navarro (see Ron Vara) and the pityingly unfit if not scary and dangerous Robert F. Kennedy Jr.. These people are worse than sub-par yet they collectively have the gall and will to do Trumpy’s bidding, which is to wreck havoc on our country’s government, our society, and finally…our economic well-being and our standing as the A number one country on the planet. Yes! That’s right! He’s accomplished all this before his first 90 days in office has elapsed!

He must be thinking pretty damned bigly of himself.

Have I mentioned Mao Zedong yet?

No?

Well, okay. I just did.

Maybe you see the connection I’m making?

Trump and Mao have a lot in common.

You don’t think so? Click the link above and check out the article by Lawrence McDonald. I was barely in high school during Mao’s Cultural Revolution. But I remember the red caps and the teenaged goons shoving innocent old people around. The little red book. Watched as Mao systematically tanked China’s Economy. He did it with the help of The gang of four, those Blood Leeches installed to do Mao’s bidding.

Trump has his own a gang of four

Take your pick. New ones pop in and out of favor. But there’s usually four running the show at any given moment. Am I sure of this? No. I’m not sure of anything. All I know, none of his stooges are worth a shit. They display a great vomitus wad of stupidity and boot licking. Perhaps once they felt pride looking themselves in the mirror. Then…as they gravitated within Trump’s orbit…any semblance of moral courage and ethical judgement shriveled like fire-blasted visqueen. Shit. I’m being kind to these quislings. Choose one at random. Steven Miller, say. He’s been a nasty little shithead since the day he was born.

Meanwhile I’m back on the street

Watching the Trumpy shit storms on you tube. Reading it in the news. Even Fox News. That’s right. Even within Trumpy’s favorite news world there are those who evince reservations for his cultural revolution…they see the stock market plunge and it sends little shivers up their Tingly spines.

I guess I’ll just have to wait and watch…

and watch and wait…

and wait some more…

Like watching a turbulent river flow…