A word that has, sadly, gone out of style these days is “goof”. It is a useful word.
Some might not know this, but Donald J. Trump has a Masters degree in Goofology from the University of Bullmanure in New York. He is a licensed goofologist and a very good one. To watch him in an official “goof off” with the lesser talented goofs who make up the Republican presidential field of candidates is to appreciate his amazing goofability.
I remember being called a goof many times in my younger years, usually by other goofs, but I would give up my goofulosophy for good in the face of Trump’s complete and utter goof mastery. It’s enough to make you want to go back to just being an insufferable simpleton. But once you’ve gone full goof, there is no recovery.
And I am not just goofin’ around about that.
But it grieves me a bit to be so hard on Trump. Not many people are aware of this, but poor Donald, for many years, has also been suffering from an advanced case of knowmonia, a disease which leads the hapless victim to believe he knows everything when it is clear to everyone within a thousand miles of him that he knows absolutely nothing.
And when you combine a stubborn onset of goofalism with knowmonia, a man’s prospects are slim. He faces the very real possibility, in fact, in being called goofy almost every day of his life. Not to mention a knowitall.
©2016 Jim Hagarty
