Reality's
Elusiveness
Is
our objective clear? What are the ends of the left's means, the
Resistance (I love the Star Wars ring tone of this). Over 70% of
America is resisting traveling back in time to the 1950s, to a cold
war, Russian espionage as they meddle next with France, try to break
up the EU and NATO, and look for their inland waterway. It is
objectionable, right? Everyone is agreed and no on is trying to “work
with” this joke of a president who makes W. look great, who makes
Nixon look a lot less corrupt. Are we going to go back to having to
fear the specter of a mushroom cloud? Will Generation Z grow up under
their desks?
The
mission should be clear, we are all on the same page. History can
throw this one out. Maybe it might merit a footnote of a time that
showed America how liberty can backfire. It will show how anyone,
with the right line of BS, the right celebrity, the right money, can
slip through our electoral process. The note will also say how during
this quizzical period America's system of checks and balances was
given a through inspection. It will reflect a call to the streets,
how for the first time since Vietnam the freedom to assemble was not
exercised routinely. But even that war took time to lose support.
Inklings of underground opposition began as early as 1962. But it
wasn't until 1968 and the Tet Offensive that, in response to marches,
protests and demonstrations, 80% of America had lost support for LBJ
and his war. With DJT it happened less than 48 hours after the fact.
More than half of the country needed no time to see the need to
either dump the president or fight him every step of the way. The day
after he was sworn as number 45, took the hypocritical oath, tens of
thousands were assembled with pink pussy hats. Every ill-contrived,
liberty-sucking, money-marked order is pounced on with every freedom
the constitution affords.
But,
what galls me, what makes me wonder whether someone thinks this
silver spoon-fed idiot (useful to someone) is going to someday become
a kinder, gentler DJT who has a grasp of any kind of politics, is
that people accept him as the POTUS, give him respect, like he is to
be taken seriously. He is a dangerous man—comical, tragically
pathetic—but nonetheless dangerous. The constitution, which he does
not defend or respect, allowed him to ascend to a position which
requires quick thinking, careful thinking, decisive reasoning,
thinking of someone else (ie. The American People), none of which he
has any ability to do.
Fingering
fibers
Last
night I watched the 2nd part of the documentary “OJ:
Made in America.” I'm thinking here is a very gifted athlete, a
celebrity, an ego-centric personality. But he seemed to “juice”
his way out of being black. He contrived a world in Brentwood and
surrounded himself with white celebrities. He snowed himself and
everyone and latched on to a good-looking blonde waitress—Nicole
Brown. In my opinion he sold out, he was a traitor and turned his
back on his friends, his community, his roots. OJ Simpson was
smooth, charming, gained college football fame at USC and rarely
looked back. He transcended race, even snowing the LAPD. His
apprehension was their redemption. After the dramatic low-speed
Bronco chase, when this ghostly black local hero, All-American
trans-racial favorite son was beaten down, brought to a blubbering
6'2” shell of a man, a trial unfolded. Right there in Simpson's
Rockingham driveway the police negotiated with him to give himself
up, to admit defeat as the prime suspect of the murders of Brown and
Ron Goldman. He had no alibi, but it is America, and as such he is
innocent until proven guilty by a jury of his peers. He was not
Rodney King. He was not....too many mattering to mention. He was
Orenthal James Simpson, as black as Michael Jackson. As black as—any
of those putrid embarrassments to a race who voted for DJT. That
“African-American friend” who had his 2 minutes of fame at a
whistle-up-ass campaign stop last year. When he was told how things
could get no worse, how he was living in the dung-heap that had
passed as black America all these years.
OJ
and DJT share traits. Each has—or had—delusional realities of
their respective world. Each used their celebrity to deceive the
public, to buck the system. Each is happy, agreeable, negotiable,
when the item in some way concerns them. Be it either a spoiled
white-eyed black man getting away with double homicide or a spoiled
billionaire “reality” star winning the Republican nomination,
each duped America. They each tapped that vein, or capillary, the
tiniest remote tributary in America that can't use sound judgment,
that allows its own fears and need blind them to morality. They said,
the 72% of black Americans then, in 1995, how can a celebrity like
that, a grinning suave actor hurdling through airports, coldly murder
two people he knew and loved. Enough votes to get to 1,237—44.9
percent—won Trump the Republican nomination. From there it was
everything but popularity that put him in the WH. They both played
America. They played politics and morality. They played on ethics,
affluence, and race. That 72% of black population wanted to believe
that their hero was innocent. The man who had easily sailed, cleanly,
over the hurdles most black encounter could not be convicted. They
bought the stage sham of trying to fit a glove over a latex glove as
a reason to acquit. DJT promised to drain the swamp, to build a wall,
to repeal and replace the monstrosity that is ____care. Enough of
America believed him, seriously thought that he would make a better
America than Clinton, or they did not vote at all.
Check
his watch
Every
now and then a reality check is useful, even beneficial. In the
coloring, fasting lights of Rodney King, of every black or off-black
life that matters, of every delusional greedy sickening Wharton
Business School wash-out, there's a trace of a halo. It's a
hallucinogenic pigmentation, a manifestation of chances for the
scenarios that contradict morality. It's a fingering of the temperate
pulsations of America, when the political or moral fiber has been
stressed out to its most finite ends. Frayed and cauterized to the
point at which that flamboyant A-A friend, or disenfranchised white
friend of Jefferson Davis, cares enough to demand their owed 13
minutes.
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