In the game of poker, there is a statistical average on you getting a hand tossed to you....and it being a Royal Flush (meaning a king, a queen, a jack, an ace, and a 10....all of the same color). It's a .19-percent chance. A real poker player will tell you in 20,000 games of poker that he's played....it might have come up two or three times. In plain language, it's just awful rare, to have a Royal Flush come up.
Today is 542 days since 19 January 2017.
It's reached a point where you just have to question how the guy (President Trump) can sit there and draw a Royal Flush almost daily, and the news media is basically whacking itself in the head because they can't slow the guy down, or derail his agenda.
The best and brightest of the Democratic on this whack-the-Trump game? Some folks actually have a fairly routine visit schedule now to CNN to be the 'whacker', and seem to work hard at the fake 'whacks'. It's still worth an occasional viewing, but it's almost demoralizing to see adults in this frame of mind, and unable to really do much other than some theatrical act (my term for it).
I sat and pondered at this dozen-Russian indictment that the Justice Department threw out there last week. I can think of forty-odd Republicans (plus Bush I and II), who would have freaked out and this would have caused tremendous pain for them. Trump? It's like you were took a plastic hammer to his limo and just lightly whacked it. Nothing much really came from that.
The news media efforts? Most folks will stand there....in a slight daze and talking over some admiration now of Trump. It's like a guy getting thrown out of bed at 1 AM....house on fire....fire department can't do a lot to save the place, and at 6 AM....the local TV news folks have come out. Betty Lou is interviewing the stoic guy, and his take? With the camera showing a totally burn-out house in the background....the guy says it could have been worse. Then he says that he's already gotten invited to have a hearty-bacon-breakfast with the neighbors with fancy-brewed coffee....some widow gal offered up some NY City clothing for the guy to wear, and he's dreamed all his life of being on TV (while grinning at Betty Lou). He just sees everything as one big long positive. In a way, that's Trump whole scene. Things just can't go negative.
Tomorrow? Something will fall into a negative look.....then Trump will turn to the good Lord, and ask for another Royal Flush, and then remark that he's got such-and-such pardon ready to sign, or ready to flush out a bunch of crooks in the FBI. Folks pour a cup of coffee, and get up....they feel some kind of 'Royal Flush' feeling themselves. In a way, we are becoming a nation of folks on some kind of weird Trump-enthusiasm.