Hail Caesar, and the Horse He Rode In On

 

by Pa Rock

Citizen Journalist

Donald Trump and his entourage of shiftless family members and political bootlickers, as well as a legion of Secret Service agents, flew to New Orleans Sunday afternoon for a football game.  The outing, to attend and be seen at Super Bowl LIX, has been reported in various press accounts to have cost American taxpayers between fifteen and twenty million dollars, a startling amount of money considering Trump's government is currently slashing and burning hundreds of programs which offer life-saving assistance to people whose means of basic survival were already in peril.

Slather that taxpayer money on me, but not on thee.

It was a show for a showman.   Air Force One swooping into the Big Easy, a motorcade across the city, a perch atop an enormous packed stadium where thousands upon thousands of his adoring fans could look up  between plays on the field and stare at his utter magnificence.  All hail Caesar as he tries to stay awake!

Even if it was just a paltry fifteen million, that's still a considerable expense for a vanity outing.   But what good is money if not to pleasure the Emperor?   This trip did provide the almost-carnal gratification of getting to indulge in one the potentate's favorite pastimes:  mocking a successful woman.    He was gleeful in talking about Taylor Swift getting booed at the game.  Absent from his ridicule, of course, was any mention of the numerous catcalls and one-finger salutes which were directed toward him.  

The man with the long red tie sees only what he wants to see.

The Emperor did have to give up his Sunday round of golf in order to bring his show to New Orleans, but with his less-than-grueling schedule he should be able to catch up on the course next week.  And by then one of Elon's adolescent tech advisers should have also covered the cost of the Super Bowl outing through the elimination of something frivolous like free school lunches or Medicare.

It is vitally important in a free market that some of us work and pay taxes so that others may wallow in the fruits of our labor and live in pampered comfort amid glittering opulence.

Hail Caesar, and the horse he rode in on!