I watched and will once more continue to watch Presidential debates, before Iowa further narrows the field down. One of the recent debates, after the sludge that had burned out even an ardent political freak like me, those twelve candidates scattered around on a stage, all the loudmouths shouting over one another, under the rigidly sterile gaze of opposing media philosophies on what it means to be unbiased; for the viewer, our attention continues to zone in on the sad spectacle of the two or three candidates who are actually polite, their submissive hand raising merely fluttering through the hot air of all the opposing sides. We feel embarrassed for these hard sells, the fringe candidates for decency that the US has a long history of suppressing.
These coming debates, regardless of an almost universal indifference for what the fuck any of these assholes have to say, they remain on the precipice of some really significant moments where we decide exactly which way the people are willing to go? Do we desire another four years of greedy self-indulgence, quite possibly a grievous heart attack at any given moment, or are the people willing to make sacrifices, give a few things away to help instability settle down into work? Do we need to care about other people, we ask, or are we a flat cog in a blind mechanization? Can’t I keep things for myself versus how can you be so selfish?
Here is the crisis our choices will unleash upon the future. I am sorry, devout political haters, but this is more important than boredom. Listening to the actual promises every one of these people make, or the things their opponents claim they can’t get done, or some signature issue that was devised in a PR committee meeting as having the best saber-metric chart on which issue would reach the largest market.
All of these are very important things to consider when deciding which version of social revolution we will offer to our children’s generation, where they will barely sweep up the mess we’ve made for them and their children after them.
We can sneer all partisan-like, those against Trump (and, if you haven’t read my earlier pieces, I am certainly against, my admiring our President for his “gruesomely shrill, mean-spirited criminality,”) and then declare ourselves superior no matter what we support. This is the purest example I could devise of true hypocrisy. After all, look no further than the blissfully deaf hard right yahoos (in the most Swiftian stance I can muster), calling everything out of a gleefully deceitful used car salesman’s mouth ‘gospel,’ and declaring all opposition blasphemers.
They cover for sex crime scandals, adultery, bribes, intimidation, racketeering, and every different shade of corruption, willing to blame a fantasy of leftist soldiers marching in to take over the citadel.
The pro-trump ticket is like a swimming pool filled with cannibalistic barracuda. They stomp around in confused rage, desperate to believe in anything after spending whole lives being disappointed. Donald Trump, a smiling devil on the shoulder of those who have given up nearly all hope in whichever idea of fairness suits their desires best. Trump’s shouting mania is just like Howard Beale in Paddy Chayefsky’s masterpiece, Network: “I’m as mad as hell and I’m not going to take this anymore!” People shouted this out their windows in the film. In Trumplandia people are bringing it with them into work.
The United States (and we are far from ‘united’) has to decide whether we wish to slip into extremism–surely one left turn away from descending into theocracy–or give up all the choice in life and have mama state take care of you. Note, these are extremes, but the longer we allow that rage to flourish, the more likely we are to sink further into the bog of self-righteous certainty.
This is an addition, after the New Year (potentially doomed, as with all the others, Year 2020). Through a handful of edits and a joyfully short amount of text to revise, This serves as an introduction to our next ongoing series. I would like to begin a series of commentaries and analysis on the road to the 2020 Political Super Bowl, Election Day, coming this November. Perhaps I can assume the voice of an injudicious sports caster?
I look forward to trying to identify your personal biases along the way.