The presidency as pure spectacle

Isn’t it downright delicious?

Our presidency now is the ultimate entertainment outlet.

Exit the dignity and class of Obama.

Enter the raucous circus with President Pinocchio as the ringmaster.

This presidency is pregnant with potential to be the Greatest Show on Earth now that the Ringling Bros. and Barnum & Bailey circus is folding its big tent.

So much for the gravity of the Oval Office tempering our new commander-in-chief.

Those foolish enough to think so already are sour with disappointment.

What a marvelous screenplay this would make. Are you paying attention, Oliver Stone?

President Trump is thin-skinned, an egomaniac, a dispenser of alternative facts (the cardinal rule of propaganda is the bigger the lie the better) and a bully.

This is a guy who picks fights with everybody, even the pope.

He now is at war with the media after lambasting the intelligence community — with the gall to appear at CIA headquarters and blame the press, not his inflammatory tweets, for causing his rift with the intelligence community in the wake of the Russian election hacking.

How’s that for insulting everyone’s intelligence?

Indeed, the man — whether it’s with his super-quick tonsils or thumbs — is an insult machine.

He still is campaigning, putting in some hard licks on his sculpture, chiseling his image as Mr. Mean.

Our president is an incredible lightning rod for division.

Many consider him to be a hero while many consider him to be a heavy. His supporters mirror swagger and chutzpah; his detractors mirror disillusionment and despair.

As a man who fancies himself as a populist, that only seems to be true with his base. True populist presidents don’t have millions taking to the streets on the day after the inauguration.

Of course, if Trump truly can make America great again despite all the falsity, bluster and hysteria, good for us.

If not, at least he kept us all wildly entertained.

Fasten your seatbelts because it’s going to be one helluva rollercoaster ride.

And don’t forget that while he says this is all about us, it’s really all about him.

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If America is the freaking mess Trump says it is, he had better start walking on water NOW

President Trump (that will take some getting used to) delivered a short, dark and defiant inaugural address today that was raw, partisan and fiercely populist in lambasting the state of the union.

His portrait of America was so bleak that perhaps it’s best if we simply give up and ask the British to take back their long prodigal colonies.

He promised to transfer power in Washington from political elites to the people (call it obnoxious populism) and vowing to put “America first.”

“This American carnage stops right here and stops right now,” Trump said.

With blunt, searing talk he railed about a crippled nation in dire need of bold, immediate action.

Standing on a platform with much of the Washington establishment, he tore into the people who have run the country. He spurned the poetry and grandeur of most inaugural speeches and instead delivered a rallying cry much like his stream-of-consciousness campaign talks, brimming with brash bravado.

Comrade Trump

So far Donald Trump playing president (God, he’s not even in office yet) isn’t exactly comparable to Jagger rocking on stage, Adele doing scales, Brady throwing the football, O’ Reilly pontificating and Puck stirring sauces.

For instance, how do we explain the overtly pro-Russian behavior of Trump and his surrogates?

Why if they’re not Russian puppets, why do they work so hard to defend Putin and Russia against American intelligence, investigators and reporters?

Hail to the Chief.

A Rose Bowl that was a real classical gas

Granted, it was a heartbreaker for Penn State.

But it was a game for the ages and the sages.

And then some.

Indeed, the Rose Bowl — already etched in folklore as the Granddaddy of Them All — just might have been the Greatest of Them All Monday night.

It featured two epic comebacks, first by Penn State and then by USC; a delicious abundance of spectacular plays and heroics; 101 points; 1,040 yards of offense; and more drama than even Broadway has seen.

The electrifying encounter even had the requisite heart-thumping ending with Matt Boermeester, who already had missed two field goals, nailing a 46-yarder amidst the cacophonous tension as time expired to give the Trojans, who had rallied from a 14-point fourth-quarter deficit, a synapse-snapping 52-49 victory.

The field was chockfull of great plays by great players, but the Greatest of Them All was Southern Cal freshman quarterback Sam Darnold, whose wonderful arm talent and riverboat-gambler nerve helped him pass for 453 yards and five touchdowns.

Darnold  was the embodiment of Clutch.

The game was the embodiment of Classic.

Eagles laid the groundwork with Wentz. Now what?

The Eagles’ 7-9 2016 season has washed by in the waning winter light.

And what was it all about?

Basically, just one core thing: The baptism under fire of rookie QB Carson Wentz, who set an NFL rookie record with 379 completions (in 607 attempts, for 3,782 yards, 16 touchdowns, 14 interceptions, and a 79.3 passer rating).

Now they need to surround the kid with some difference-makers — at wide receiver, running back, cornerback and pass rusher. Let the safari hunt commence.

Oh, yeah. School Wentz to stop throwing off his back foot so frequently, which forces his passes to sail.