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How Donald Trump Is Proof That Tales Do Come True!

“The emperor shuddered, for he knew that they were right, but he thought, “The procession must go on!” He carried himself even more proudly, and the chamberlains walked along behind carrying the train that wasn’t there.”
Excerpt from The Emperor’s New Clothes by Hans Christian Andersen

The other day my husband and I were talking about the (train wreck) unofficial press conference that many of us witnessed on January 22nd less than 24 hours after the inauguration of the 45th president of the United States. We along with many viewers watched and listened as Sean Spicer, the president’s press secretary proceeded to brashly chastise journalists before eventually completely giving in to the temptation of blatantly lying to the American people as well as people all around the world.

After carrying out the dubious orders he had been given. Mr. Spicer finally commenced to sharing some updates about the activities of the current administration. Initially he had stated that this was the purpose for him speaking to the press in the first place.

During the chastisement portion of his speech he launched into a tirade about a false media report regarding inaccurate information. He spoke about a reporter who had posted a tweet saying that the bust of Martin Luther King Jr. had been removed from the Oval office.

He then segued into a lengthy admonishment about the inaccuracies in the reporting of crowd sizes during the inaugural activities. Even as I write about this, it seems that I should be describing a scene from a Saturday Night Live skit and not something that really happened on the first full day of the new administration’s reign as the officially elected leaders of the United States of America.

Having seen many pictures of the inaugural activities with my own eyes. It was difficult to watch Sean Spicer’s tirade with any genuine sincerity. It was also a slap in the face of the millions of people in America and around the world who could see (and think) for themselves. And who on their very own cognition could conclude for themselves whose inaugural activities had the largest crowd size. Even without any assistance from the National Park service. The whole scenario was ridiculous. I have since re-watched the video and the same sentiment remains. Simply ridiculous.

Of course, I can only imagine the pressure Sean Spicer was under that day. And I must say, the pressure was evident. It was heard in his tone, and seen in his facial expressions, and the defensive body language he displayed during his short five-minute tirade disguised as an update speech. Yes. There certainly was a lot of pressure on Mr. Spicer.

It was his first full day on the job as the press secretary for the new president. And in addition, it was also his first opportunity to make a good impression as the spokesperson for the new administration. But perhaps even more importantly, it was his first time in front of the millions of viewing eyes of the American people. We, for whom he and all the members of the new administration, have committed to serve to the best of their abilities.

In hindsight, whether are not that will happen is now questionable in the minds of millions of Americans as well as people all around the world. I mean let’s face it. We all know that we only get one opportunity to make a good first impression. Sean Spicer blew that once in a lifetime opportunity to make a good first impression. To no surprise, immediately after he finished, the news media as well as people on all the various social media outlets chimed in with a vengeance.

And although we know that he was simply following a directive that he’d been given from the administration for whom he is the chosen spokesperson. It really didn’t matter. It just made the whole scenario even more unsettling. And to top it all off, it was later reported that the new president wasn’t very pleased with the presentation either. Imagine that.

The whole scenario can be chalked up as just one more thing to add to the heap of other unsettling decisions that have been made by the current administration. And there are millions of Americans and people all around the world who would agree that it appears the pile is growing exponentially by the hour.

However, at the same time there are also millions who would disagree. Adamantly trying to convince the rest of us that there is absolutely no need for anyone to be unsettled. In their view, things are great and everything that is going on is normal and should have been expected. As far as they’re concerned, America is finally well on the way of being made to be great again. #MAGA.

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(Sigh…pushing past the exhaustion that is setting in just from typing that hashtag).


As my husband and I conversed about what could have possibly been going on behind the scenes before Sean Spicer graced the airwaves as the administration’s “Righter of all Wrongs”. My husband reminded me of the tale about the Emperor’s New Clothes written by Hans Christian Andersen. For those unfamiliar with the tale, you can read one version of it here.

In a nutshell, the tale is basically about a vain pompous emperor whose main motivation in life was to look good and to be seen as the best. (Or should I say a word that seems to be gaining a lot of popularity these days — to be “bigly”). The emperor ends up being swindled by two Russian weavers (ok I added the Russian part). That is simply not true. The weavers weren’t Russian. My apologies. But for some reason unbeknownst to me it seems my fingers just found it super easy to type out that (alternative fact) lie. I wonder where might that influence have emerged in my psyche. But I digress.

Anyway, the weavers convinced the emperor that they could make a new set of clothes for him that were like no other clothing ever seen. They would be the best. The clothing would be so spectacular that they would be invisible to people looking at them if the people happened to be unfit for their positions, stupid or incompetent. The emperor being an astute businessman and knowing how important it is to be able to quickly discern the character of others was of course immediately sold.

And so, it began. The (Russians, swindlers) weavers got busy making the emperor some new clothes that only a “bigly” type of person like him was worthy to wear. The whole time they pretended to be using all the finest silk and purest thread they had been provided. However, all the materials were being stockpiled for their own future self-aggrandizement.

Periodically during the process of making the super fantastic spectacular new clothes for the emperor they also requested more bags of money. And once again, being the astute business man that he was, the emperor provided whatever the (Russians, swindlers) weavers requested to help make getting the (business deal done) new clothes made as easy and virtually seamless as possible.

During the time the (Russians, swindlers) weavers were working on creating the new clothes, the emperor in his impatience and curiosity sent a few of his (top celebrity apprentices, cabinet members) noble ministers to check the status of his amazing super classy new outfit. None of the people he sent could really see anything since there actually wasn’t anything for them to see. Because the emperor was totally being swindled by the (Russians) weavers.

However, not wanting to be characterized as unfit, stupid or incompetent. They instead joined the pretentious weavers in the game of deception with a loyalty that could never be questioned. The carefully hand-picked (top celebrity apprentices, cabinet members) noble ministers reported back to the emperor a slew of alternative facts describing his spectacular wonderful new classy clothes that were being made that they couldn’t see.

Fast-forward to fitting day. The emperor arrived along with his inner circle crew to see his spectacular new classy clothes. And for the final time, the weavers amped up their pretense game. They acted as if they were holding new clothes and described each piece while bragging about the details of the spectacular new ensemble. Of course, the emperor saw absolutely nothing.

However, true to his (narcissistic nature) pompousness, and not wanting anyone to characterize him as unfit for his position, stupid or incompetent. The emperor responded the same way as the others. All of them joining together in raving about the newly created super fantastic new clothes that none of them could see.

After the (Russians, swindlers) weavers were satisfied that their (money was secure) job was done and the emperor was pleased with their work. They for the very last time pretended to dress him in the new invisible light as a feather super classy spectacular ensemble that was like no other. When they were finished dressing him the emperor looked at himself in the mirror. Admired what he did not see. Then announced, as if trying to convince himself “Well, I’m supposed to be ready…” .

After his final view of himself in the mirror. He convinced himself that he was totally satisfied with what he saw and was ready for the procession activities to begin. He was ready to parade through (America) the town to show all the people his spectacular classy new clothes that showed just how “bigly” of an emperor he really was. Truly there was none like him in all the world. He was the absolute best. No. He was better (than every other American president).

Now being that all the towns people already knew the (propaganda) story about the clothes and how they would be characterized if they couldn’t see anything. They all played their roles on cue. As the undressed emperor strolled through the streets under his canopy, all the emperor’s (loyal base) subjects irresolutely joined in proclaiming how fine his super fancy spectacular new clothes were and how good and bigly he looked. They all acted as if the emperor was sporting the finest garments that they had ever witnessed. But in all honesty, they too saw absolutely nothing.


And a child shall lead them!

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But he hasn’t got anything on!” hollered out a child seeing the emperor in his procession through the town wearing only his under garments. Yes. It ended up being the “…innocent prattle” of (the resistance, the whiny losers) a child that sparked the confidence of the people in the town to stop with all the alternative facts (lies). And to instead proclaim what they all knew was the true about the emperor.

The truth was that the emperor really didn’t have any super classy spectacular new clothes on at all. As a matter of fact, the emperor was wearing only his undergarments. The truth was that it was the emperor who seemed to be the one who was unfit for his position. The truth was that it was the emperor who was the one displaying stupidity. The truth was that it was the emperor who seemed to be the incompetent one. It wasn’t (the resisters, the whiny losers) the people at all.


The tale ends with the words shared at the beginning of this piece.

“The emperor shuddered, for he knew that they were right, but he thought, “The procession must go on!” He carried himself even more proudly, and the chamberlains walked along behind carrying the train that wasn’t there.”

And this is the tale of the emperor’s new clothes. Of course, we all know that it’s just an old tale. And nothing like this could ever really happen in a million years, right? Especially not in the United States of America, right?

Except things are not normal in America right now. And I think that maybe in tale years we’re in year one million and one! Because the person that was recently elected as the 45th president of the United States of America seems to share a startling resemblance to the emperor in this Hans Christian Andersen tale. With that being so. Perhaps the most important question to be answered by the people in America right now is “how long will we sit back and allow this procession of pretense to parade through our democracy?”

Hmm…

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