The Left has already launched their inevitable vicious attacks on the Trump victory and presidency even before he takes the oath of office. The Democrats hope to delegitimize the president, but President Trump will very quickly complete the destruction of the current version of the Democratic Party, beginning on Day One.

Yes they thought that they would trifle
With the man and quickly stifle
All defenses and see prisoners in chains
But they quickly were defeated
When our President Trump tweeted
That their little minds he very much disdains
And he laughed and cut the budget
Said no longer would we fudge it
With fake economic numbers looking good
Then he cut the corporate taxes
And to soaring tenor saxes
Double parked the car and looked under the hood
Got all cylinders in motion
And the tide roared like the ocean
As the jobs came back and new jobs filled the screen
As he slashed the regulations
To the joys and fierce elations
Of the workers who saw paychecks rarely seen
What was once a landscape tragic
Filled with jobs as if by magic
Sending miners and the frackers back to work
And the dollar, by such action
Gained in value with the traction
That enriched us all from CEO to clerk
Oh you never saw such wonder
As he tore the sty asunder
Yes the transformation showed us truly blest
His first day in office finished
Energy quite undiminished
AsDay Two began, with eight years till he’d rest

I spoke to a lefty the other day and he said the Narrative was always true, and furthermore he was happy to explain that,

The purpose of the Narrative?
Suspend the disbelief!
All sentences declarative
And told in stark relief
To what is the reality
That faces us today
The bitter, stark totality
Of all that we dismay
The Narrative will lift us up
Feel better toward our lot
And help to pass the dismal cup
That seems, as like as not
To say that things are awful bad
And going on to worse
And so to keep from being sad
A Narrative in verse
Will raise our hearts and bring a song
Onto our thin, dry lips
And after that before too long
We see when fortune dips
That just the opposite occurred
And fortune smiles benign
As we with Narrative concurred
And that’s a darn good sign
It’s better that we just feel good
Regardless of the facts
The Narrative, as understood
Is substitute for acts
That’s why the Narrative’s my choice
And why I always choose
The Narrative to be the voice
I hear and not Fox News

To most, the present is the only time there is. To most, ancient time is the day before their glorious birth, while for those of us with a longer view, the recent past is the 13^th century BC. Deep time predates ancient time, predates the last glaciation, and predates the formation of the present continental configurations. Deep time predates the birth of the solar system and was ancient at the birth of the universe. To most, love and time are two different things, but deep time and love are intertwined. Love does not exist without time. Love is whole and entire, and, like deep time, love is infinite and cannot be divided. Deep time is where your subconscious lives when you are not paying attention.

Time is an illusion, but a rhyme
And time itself is timeless over time
Time’s measurements are made by man and king
And measurements at best a useful thing
Perception is what leads us to believe
That there is time for laughter, time to grieve
But deep inside our souls lie scattered scraps
Of truth that lead us to believe perhaps
That love is all that matters in the end
When family and long departed friend
Are waiting for you, loving arms held wide
To welcome you and gather by your side
Deep time is not a place but to us seems
To be where all our love and all our dreams
Can come together in the sanctum deep
When once again we enter into sleep

I was born in the first year of the Hoover administration, and so have experienced the changes in health care brought about by science, technology and politics. I have a vivid memory of a visit to the doctor in 1935 or 1936. As I write this I can see my very young mother, see the doctor and his office, see his nurse in her starched nurse’s uniform, with the no longer seen white nurse’s emblem of office she wore in her hair. (The brain is a marvelous and at times bizarre instrument; I had not thought of this incident in 80 years, but today, as I write this, is my mother’s birthday, and Dr. Crowley leaped out of the distant and buried past and into mind.) My only other surviving memory of that visit to the doctor is that it cost my mother three dollars, a not insignificant sum in the midst of the Great Depression, so the visit was not a casual one.

It is well to recognize that the visit to Dr. Crowley was before the discovery of penicillin, before antibiotics, before health care insurance, before, actually, the doctor could realistically do much more than to diagnose what was wrong and advise you to lie down and hope it goes away. The other thing to remember is that Doctor Crowley was a sole proprietor of his business, with little to no government interference. He sank or swam as a private practitioner depending on his competence as a doctor and businessman. It seems to me that returning to the days of Dr. Crowley is not entirely possible, but even an approximation would be welcome. The country is different from the country of 1936, and that needs to be kept in mind. Whatever is decided in the future, I hope the government restricts itself to doing the minimum necessary to provide the basic needs of a modern health care system, while allowing technology to flourish, allowing medical schools to admit only those qualified, allowing the pharmaceutical industry to bring new drugs to market in a reasonable time, and to allowing private insurance companies to compete for business nationwide. But the greatest thing government can do is to allow Dr. Crowley to be Dr. Crowley.

The doctor, through the ages
Was an honored, learned man
A confidante of sages
Ever since the time began
But politics intruded
Saying kindness made it fair
That all should be included
The result Obamacare
But now we will replace it
With a simpler, fairer game
So good all will embrace it
And it won’t bear someone’s name
Now the torch is passed to Donald
Fixing health care his first move
And along with sainted Ronald
Dr. Crowley would approve

I spoke to Waltradamus on New Year’s Eve, a few hours before New York dropped the ball again, and he said he didn’t need a crystal ball to predict the events of 2017. Ticking them off on his chubby fingers, he said: Professors will continue to infantilize the snowflakes to the benefit of the Democrats; The pronouns he, him and his will no longer appear in the pages of the New York Times; Science will devise a way for men to become pregnant; Geezer culture will dominate the news and geezers will insist on black and white movies; Presidential news conferences will be by Twitter; and Donald Trump will move out of the White House and back to Trump Tower, with Washington DC returning to the Maryland swamp from which it arose.

I thanked him for his insights
And he smiled and said on most nights
He was oft morose and thought of darkened things
Visions came of great disasters
Millions chained to evil masters
The return of purpled Caesars and the Mings
He then frowned and said, I never
Saw the end of the endeavor
By Obama to destroy the USA
I confess I thought he’d do it
But the Hillary camp blew it
And the Leftist dream just up and went away
On the other hand, he pondered
I believe my mind had wandered
When I thought that clearer minds would then prevail
And the country would see healing
And an era of good feeling
But the Dems seem set on seeing Donald fail
Then he sighed and said, the Geezers
Just might opt to have the Caesars
Rule again and lift the Times’s pronoun ban
Then again, with snowflakes rising
The result may be surprising
And millennials elect a pregnant man
Meanwhile Donald will use Twitter
As a designated hitter
To hit long balls high and hard over the fence
Showing all who has the power
As he moves back to Trump Tower
Leaving swampland in the hands of VP Pence

AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL