Ferengi In Chief

Yesterday, while in the breakroom at work, I caught a showing of Star Trek: The Voyage Home on the television. When the crew of the Enterprise arrives in California of the mid 1980s, we’re treated to a headline on a local newspaper, dealing with nuclear arms talks. McCoy notes drily that it’s a miracle anyone made it out of the century alive. I muttered under my breath, “Then the 21st century happened.”


By now, you probably know about the Nagus’ tweet, dealing with the size of his nuclear button and how well it works. It seems that people have been reporting the tweet with no luck, as Twitter is claiming that the tweet in question does not violate their terms of service. Sure, threatening thermonuclear war is completely nonviolent. Of course it is.

There are also those claiming that this is our president and that we should support him. If he fails, then we all fail.

To them, I say: he’s not a president. He’s a Ferengi. He’s little more than play acting as the Grand Nagus. I say play acting because he doesn’t have the lobes for business, let alone leadership of any stripe.

This is what our “president” does now; he tweets threatening statements about other countries. He claims anything that makes him look bad is “fake news”. He can barely string seven words together to create a sentence. He refuses to read or learn anything. He golfs more than he works. It’s ridiculous.

While watching Star Trek today, I was reminded of an old childhood fear that I, along with many other children, had: the fear of nuclear war. It was so bad that Mister Rogers Neighborhood dealt with it. I can remember telling my fourth grade teacher that it wouldn’t take much for someone to “push the button” and destroy us all. But, then the Iron Curtain fell and it looked like things might get better.

I had honestly thought that maybe, we had gotten past that. Thirty years and one Ferengi later, I see that I was wrong. Only now, it will simply take one ill timed tweet to start the trouble.

About Silverwynde

I'm a Transformers fan, Pokémon player, Brewers fan and all-out general nerd. I rescue abandoned Golett, collect as many Bumblebee decoys and figures as I can find and I've attended every BotCon--official and non--since 1999. I'm also happily married to a fellow Transfan named Prime and we were both owned by a very intelligent half-Siamese cat, who crossed the Rainbow Bridge on June 16, 2018. We still miss him. But we're now the acting staff of a Maine Coon kitty named Lulu, who pretty much rules the house. Not that we're complaining about that.
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