Your Weekly, Sunday Interlude: “Psycho Killer”

Last week The Guardian reported British intelligence has confirmed there to be “concrete evidence” of Trump-Russia collusion in the presidential campaign. Trump support has been dropping by the day as his campaign promises fail one by one. No Muslim ban, no wall, no repeal of the ACA replaced with “something terrific”. Perhaps coincidently, he ordered the bombings of Yemen, Syria and Afghanistan over dinner and “beautiful piece of chocolate cake,” all which gave him a ratings’ bump. Pundits speculate about his military strategy or tactics because he offered more details about dessert, and simply called the dropping of the “mother of all bombs” on Afghanistan a “successful event.” And now that boy seems to be getting ready to bomb North Korea who has its own imbalanced leader. If that ain’t psycho, I don’t know how to describe it.

I have hope our justice system will act soon and charge him and/or his inner circle with Russian colluding, violating the Emoluments Clause, or call his mental capacities into question and thus, prevent him from eliminating life on the planet. I’m frightened what this person with such power might do. Time is of the essence.

My stress level is back where it was before the House Intelligence Committee met in March on the Trump-Russia investigation. So it’s time for a Sunday interlude fitting Trump’s mental capacity, as well as how crazy-making he is: “Psycho Killer,” by Talking Heads.

The song borrows from “Psycho’s” character, Norman Bates. “I hate people when they’re not polite.” I’ve always enjoyed dancing and body slamming to the song. The lyrics speak to our modern, human condition where the sanest among us can have moments of feeling crazy, snapping from everyday inconveniences and pressures, albeit stopping short of murder. Our political condition is crazy making, to be certain:

“We are vain and we are blind
I hate people when they’re not polite”

“Psycho Killer” takes me back to a simpler time when it only reminded me of serial killers or the “St. Elsewhere” episode with this song as a backdrop to Howie Mandel’s character playing out his inner child with a barrage of pranks as he gives in to turning 30. Sadly, now the song’s about my country’s Administrative branch and fear that the president is imbalanced enough to fire nuclear bombs. Help us.

So enjoy “Psycho Killer” and happy Easter.