If you believe national polling (why wouldn't you?)) almost as many Americans believe Donald J. Trump is a gifted shepherd of the national flock as those who believe he is a Macy's Christmas parade dirigible untethered from his moorings. Whichever view you have of our apparently elected president, one fact cannot be denied: he has created a hugely precious life-app available to every American; rich or poor, gender of choice, black, white, other:
ALTERNATE REALITY.
All of us have had some occasion where we said something or done something that, reflecting on it later, we thought, "Oh, my. I wish I hadn't said that. Or done that."
Elaine: (that night) "Good God, Harold, what possessed you to tell that awful joke at the dinner table?"
Harold: "Yeah, and spilling my wine in Helen's lap wasn't too cool either."
But now Elaine and Harold are saved by the new life-app: ⧬
Pull it up and stare into the center and repeat, "That didn't happen" for thirty minutes and, voila, --it never happened. The beauty of alternate reality. Zapp, it's gone.
Or, on the way home, you think of the killer response you could have used on Mr. Life-of-the-party's put-down of you. Pull up the life-app and staring into the center repeat your come-back line for thirty minutes. Zapp, he's crushed.
Charles Darwin, somewhere, is smiling. Another upward step in our evolving climb to perfection.
