Are you one of the many extremely wealthy Republicans or SuperPACs that have bought tickets on the maiden voyage of the U. S. S. Trumpanic?

Were you lured onto this ship by the many amenities and family discounts offered to you?

The first class tickets for this voyage were way beyond the means of most Americans; however, the cost was well worth it for you and your corporations.

They would enable you to have a one on one conversation at the captain’s table. There you would promote your agenda and influence him in the speed and direction that the ship would sail.

On leaving the still calm waters of Inauguration Bay you sailed out into the unfamiliar waters of the “Waitand Sea”.

Climate change has since resulted in ever stronger and more frequent hurricanes. Wildfires have destroyed millions of acres of forested public and private land. Then lack of ground cover and unrelenting rain caused major mudslides. The earth then flushed rivers of mud out and into turbid tidal waters.

The cloudy waters have impeded the progress of the U. S. S. Trumpanic ever since her departure.

The captain, a retired vaudevillian, steers the ship by gut feeling alone; for the ship has no GPS.

Easily distracted, he does not read any vital communications sent to him, preferring to continually perform for his guests at many of the venues available on board.

On realizing his ship is lost, he always blames the Helmsman and after throwing the accused overboard, he promotes someone as their replacement.

Throughout the many overboard promotions that follow and while ignoring all advice offered to him, the Captain wanders aimlessly and his ship flounders in the Black Sea.

Losing all communications and caught in a never-ending fog the U. S. S. Trumpanic drifts aimlessly, spiraling further into an ever-expanding “Sea of Troubles”.

Now with ship’s engines failing, you and your fellow passengers are drifting into the shark-filled waters of the “Democra Sea”.

Shrouded in fog, cliff rocks locally known as The Wall of Despair loom ahead. Many families nearby had ancestors that drown when the ships they were on had run onto those rocks.

The freedoms offered after fleeing from the persecution in their former homeland were cruelly snatched from their grasp within sight of their new homeland.

The community had built a lighthouse beacon above those cliffs to warn future travelers of impending disaster. It was named to honor the memory of a man who pulled many from the waters in those early days.

A proud descendant of that first lighthouse keeper lives there today, carrying on his legacy.

Looking seaward he frantically flashes Morse code to your approaching ship.

Bewilderingly your Captain ignores the warning flashes from the Mueller Lighthouse.

Morse code repeatedly flashes “Iceberg ahead”. “Iceberg ahead”. “Iceberg Ahead”.