Since it seems you can make a Seinfeld reference for just about anything in life (It's true, you can), I offer this about the Donald Trump presidential campaign. It's like comedian Michael Richards, who played Kramer.
When Trump announced, it was kind of like when Kramer walks into a room and hits his head on the door. You laughed. When Trump won a primary, it was like Richards in real life being heckled on stage. You felt very uncomfortable. When Trump won the nomination, it was like Richards yelling racial slurs at the heckler—what was once a funny situation turned serious and wrong. And when Trump was elected, it was like you can't enjoy Kramer anymore because of what Richards did in real life (I could have drawn a Bill Cosby parallel here, too, but you get the idea).
On Friday morning, precisely at noon Eastern Standard Time, Donald John Trump became our 45th President. While a lot us were still hoping that at 11:59am, he would turn to the camera, smile, and say “Live from New York, It's Saturday Night”, that moment didn't come, and the serious one did. Then, in his inaugural speech, which was more like a lecture, said some rather harsh things, but set the tone. “The carnage stops now.”
If you break it down, though, there was nothing new here. There really wasn't a whole lot that was political, either. He didn't talk about building a wall or deporting Mexicans, or refusing entry to Muslims. He said what he's been saying all along—bringing back jobs and putting “America first.” He didn't paint a very rosy picture of a gang-infested, rusted out factory United States, and deliberately tried to alienate the very same people he is going to have to work with in Washington, but this was done by design. He means business.
That business, however, is what is scary. A lot of presidents are judged by their first hundred days. The oath has been taken. The clock is running, and no one knows what's going to happen. We thought a Donald Trump candidacy was a long-running comedy. It's now turned into a drama, and some may even say a horror movie, covering our face and watching through out fingers, not knowing what the next scene will bring.
Women's march(es): It's amazing how many people I know that took part in women's marches all over the nation on Saturday. Through my job as a news reporter in Grass Valley, there were several Nevada County women who went to Washington, but I also have friends and relatives who were marching in Portland, Sacramento, Los Angeles, and New York. Proof, in my mind, that activism can be a powerful thing.
Fake news?: From dailykos.com. Trump's speechwriters lifted a line word for word (with a couple of changes) straight from the animated 2007 film Bee Movie featuring the voice of Jerry Seinfeld. From the film, “We are one colony—and their pain is our pain. Their dreams are our dreams; and their success will be our success. We share one heart, one hive, and one glorious destiny.” Change 'colony' to 'nation' and 'hive' to 'heart', and you've got Trump. This story may or may not be true. You can check for yourself, but it might explain Trump's press secretary, without being asked, saying that Trump's inaugural crowd was the biggest ever, despite pictures from 2009 that prove otherwise.
To sir with love?: The cold open of Saturday Night Live this weekend did not feature Alec Baldwin as Trump. Instead it was Beck Bennett as Vladimir Putin telling America that everything will be all right (Trust me). Good stuff. That was appropriate, and funny like a comedy show should be. Political humor should be expected, even though the thin-skinned Trump can't always handle it. What was inappropriate, though, was the final 'sketch' of the night. Cast member Cecily Strong sang the 1960s hit To Sir With Love, with a picture of Barack Obama in the background. Midway, through the song, fellow cast member Sasheer Zamata joined her to make it a duet. No jokes, just the song. When the song finished, a graphic read “Thank you President Obama.” Touching perhaps, and there's no law that says a television show can't be partisan, but Lorne Michaels shouldn't have approved that one.
Sports roundup: The world of fun and games took a back seat to our nation's democracy, but maybe that's not such a bad thing. The football games were horrible, the Oakland Raiders formally made their declaration to move to Las Vegas, the top seeds of the Australian Open tennis championships were defeated, Arizona defeated UCLA, baseball selected three hall-of-famers (and although guys like Jeff Bagwell and Ivan Rodriguez have been under steroid suspicion, at least Barry Bonds and Roger Clemens didn't get in), and performance enhancing drugs have found their way into college basketball (Arizona sophomore Allonzo Trier returned from a 19-game suspension against the Bruins after testing positive for an unnamed banned substance). Well, at least you have the squeaky-clean Tom Brady (oh yeah, he deflated footballs) and New England against Atlanta in the Super Bowl. Maybe the big game will be decent after nine of the eleven playoff games were dogs.
This just in: The Dodgers have gotten their second baseman, but it's not the megatrade with Minnesota for Brian Dozier. Los Angeles has acquired Logan Forsythe from Tampa Bay for pitcher Jose DeLeon.
Back to the Trumpster: The best way to sum up Friday was from friend and former Redding Colt .45s play-by-play man Nate Abaurrea via Twitter: “This is the worst Twilight Zone episode ever. #Inauguration.”