America’s Presidential Election:
A Choice Between Liar Or Fool

 By Jim Berlin

You can tell some people are lying because their lips are in motion. You can tell Hillary Clinton is lying even before her lips move, because we know she is forming the lie in her head.

Since lying is part of her DNA – the very fabric of her being – it must also affect her personal life. For example, if she feels an urgent need to urinate but a restroom trip is inconvenient, she must tell herself: “I have no need to pee.”

If she then wets herself she is required to perpetuate the lie: “No, I did not pee my pants. Either I am unknowingly pregnant and my water just broke, or, because of the high humidity a part of me that rarely sweats is sweating profusely.”

As an equal opportunity critic, however, I must point out that Donald Trump’s DNA is also gravely flawed. He is – let me be gentle – a narcissistic fool.

Narcissistic is self-explanatory. When Donald gazes into a mirror he sees a handsome Greek deity smiling back at him and giving a thumbs-up. But by fool, I do not mean he is stupid. His IQ is no better or worse than average.

Donald is a fool because he has no mastery over the most precious of all human gifts – his mind. Whatever bizarre concept pops

into his head, he is immediately compelled to verbalize it. He gives no thought to its layered meanings or consequences. What enters his head must exit his mouth.

So…in this election we have two choices: A liar or a fool.

I still lean toward the fool, in the desperate hope that he might be surrounded by wise people who could keep him in check.

Surrounding a liar with truthful people is a less likely scenario. Liars are more comfortable with fellow liars at their elbows.

Liar or fool. What a frightening quandary for the American voter.

 

People Who Live in Bubbles
Elect Lousy U.S. Presidents

 By Jim Berlin 

Far too many Americans spend their entire lives bouncing about in tiny bubbles of self-interest, their brains engaged in little beyond sex, the next meal, the next paycheck, the next Big Game and the state of their health.

“Bubble People” are like boats without tiller or sail, swept along from birth to death by those who set the nation’s course and choose the ports of call.

Bubble People have no real knowledge of politics, politicians or current events. They dine exclusively on tasty sound bites and slogans, the opinions of colleagues and neighbors and the pronouncements of a tipsy Uncle Joe at the family barbecue.

Bubble People are the millennials flocking to Bernie the socialist – eyes glazed over by FREE! – unaware that socialism’s foundation is governmental control of every facet of American life.

Bubble People are the champions of Donald Trump, the spoiled little rich kid who wears arrogance and ignorance as badges of honor. (Donald resides in the largest bubble of all.)

Bubble People are the Hillary-huggers who tell themselves her “good” qualities outweigh her near-pathological dishonesty.

(Dishonesty poisons the well; nothing good can ever come from it.)

But here’s the saddest thing about the Bubble People: In close presidential elections they can be the margin of victory that puts an inferior and even dangerous candidate in the White House.

That’s how we wound up with Barack. And – if good people do nothing – that’s how we could wind up with Bernie or Donald or Hillary.

Is Trump an “Idiot Savant”?

 By Jim Berlin 

I’m convinced Donald Trump is just a clown-car-length short of being an idiot savant – someone whose brain is embarrassingly deficient in every category save one.

But in that single category of saving grace – be it math, memorization, music – the idiot savant performs at a level so astounding it flirts with the supernatural.

Trump’s single saving grace has been the world of business and the art of the deal. Period.

Unable to spar with gifted opponents on a cerebral level, he simply defaults to the tactics of a 13-year-old schoolyard bully. His detractors are “stupid” or “nasty” or “jerks.”

He is without intellectual curiosity. Once people began taking him seriously as a candidate, the wise response would have been to start cramming with leading experts on all matters political and military. To really start learning what America faces on the domestic and world stage.

Not Donald. He seems no more informed today than he was six months ago.

And then there’s the praise he gets for always speaking without notes. That’s because he has no idea beforehand what he will say about anything. His train of thought lurches down the tracks in grinding stops and starts, no destination in sight, always a hair’s breadth from derailment.

God bless the idiot savants. But we sure don’t want one as president.

 

Why Bosnia Vets Don’t Consider
Bill Clinton a “Lovable Rascal”

By Jim Berlin

Bill Clinton has officially hit the campaign trail for his beloved spouse, and despite GOP wishful thinking he will be Hillary’s most valuable asset.

That’s because the moral character of celebrities – even former presidents – is irrelevant to most Americans: a full 60 percent told the latest Gallup Poll they view Bill “favorably.”

A lot of soldiers I met in Bosnia while Bill was their commander-in-chief would disagree. In the spring of ’98, just after the Monica Lewinsky scandal broke, a “joke” was circulating among the troops…

It centered on December 31st, 1995, the day the 1st Armored Division crossed the Sava River and America rolled from Croatia into Bosnia for the first time: “While we were crossing the Sava,” the joke went, “Our commander was collecting a BJ in the Oval Office.”

It was only a joke at the time because details of the Clinton-Lewinsky affair had yet to be revealed. Hillary was blaming it all on “a right-wing conspiracy” and Bill was saying he wasn’t even sure what sex is.

Months later, after Monica trotted out her famous blue dress – still aglow with Bill’s DNA contributions – we learned all about the nine White House encounters.

And, holy punch line! On December 31st, 1995, while the 1st Armored Division was

actually crossing the Sava River – and potentially rolling into harm’s way – their commander-in-chief was collecting a BJ in the Oval Office from his 22-year-old intern.

I do not look upon Bill Clinton as a lovable rascal. I do not look upon him “favorably.”

I leave that to Americans who are a mile wide – and an inch deep.