that I had to write today, was inescapable, an urge, or even a demiurge haunting, it embraces in a sort of Iron Maiden.
Ending up at Mcdonalds, thinking about the Brotherhood, everyone inside because of the heat, left a small table sitting on high stools, eyeing the large expansive table behind us. Course they asked almost in unison, if I had better stay where I was, and excusing myself as to the real motive, they were releaved, especially the two mailmen, and as I changed posture from smart guy to idiot, one of them said coincidentally, that Now Everything Has Changed.
For me nothing changed except maybe a moderate swing in the stereotype department, so I got up and chimed the chat like, ’ watch out for the heat’ using the term with obvious ambiguity.
That sufficed them for chatted back something fading and forgettable.
So have a kind of framework here, and I don’t want to overload here, just to replete the angel with in, where upon cannot do with out.
Course besides some fire cracking, the outsider, the steppenwolf comes to mind, and such trifles as Thomas Mann an alleged bisexual was also tortured, as the son also rises.
Trumpism is really a backwash about attracting those, with some very faint socio political affiliation.
No that’s no good.
Trump is the kind of strength, that this country needs, because it’s buried in their subconscious,
their ontologic values of cherishing those, on basis of subtle recognition, getting nearer , unafraid, so that they can relate closer, honestly, and forthrightly, in other words they feel betrayed by the system, and the feel powerless against the hidden controls that political and social values exert on every man in the US of A.
Why do I like Trump, even if I think that he was elected to fail, so that his VP Pence, or somebody else, can mediate between Trump’s extreme views and those of his detractors.
Trump may, even if this thing comes to a constitutional crisis, still assert himself, and nowadays it a display of strength which matters most to people who feel disposessed in some way.
Now the big picture seems far larger and probably consists of a gigantic power struggle among the biggest players.
Ambiguity is not only far flung rhetoric, and it has devolved from ambiguity to the use of contradictory logic, oft denying the very makeup of the narrative.
For instance, Walmart appears some kind of persona non grata in a few important tabloids, giving the impression and the column went something like the following:
85% of Americans shop at Target. The context may or may not matter at this point, only that, there was the omission of Walmart,supposedly the largest business in the world next to the US military.
Why the omission? What corporate side is it on? The duplicity is inherent in Wallmart’s very structure, it thrives , like Uber, on minimum wage, no benefits to talk of, and not adverse to illegal immigration.
Thisduplicity, is nothing else then the assertion of the law of contradiction up and down the social spectrum.
It’s quite possible that the duplicity has become faux reality, and the suppression of which will do more damage then good.
Of course I wouldn’t be honest if I were to say, that such repressed contradiction may not needed to be unearthed, just as, the contradiction within the psychology of a Thomas Mann, became his strength, rather then his weakness. No. Political psychology, is also waning, with the concept of the ‘realization of the short duration of phases beset with idealization’
On the other front, where style can be exaggerated , disassociation as form of insanity, for one, or as an art form , beginning with James Joyce, occurred, where the connection sought, has had an event less fading.
But the fright night type horror genre comes to mind, where, Roosevelt comes on, his head quite recognizable, bespectacled, with derby hat and cigar, black long winter coat, and as soon as that image fades, Rosie whisks: 'Now there is nothing to fear , but fear itself.
Trump is also a charismatic leader type akin, and outwardly proclaiming his affinity, not yo fdr, but to ray-gun, but the comparison fades, On Account of him having not much substance, YET.
What does a Real POTUS need to blow himself up into publicable and recognizable placards minus the ones he had been chariaturized? Orangtrumpan, and deTwitter o’Potus are inadequate. This is the big fear, Roosevelt meant, his fear, that the insubstantial emptiness that occupies so much space within his bowls, can never be filled, and the one and only outcome of that is to break away, to isolate, and take it out of Others reality, so that, and this is important:
He can reimpose himself, into the mass of those, who think of themselves as democrats, (so that it starts their juices flowing), and rise up on a platform of populism, if only to deliver them from this crushing ambiguity.
Show us the way dear father, as he promises anything, only so, as to retain at least a semblance of what it means to be a human being. And the thump the Bible, sadly, but instantly recognizing a real soul with whom they can share.
Sad, because their reality is crushing them, their pain immeasurably greater then the euphoric onticlogically
troubled , starving for affection third world.
Sad, sad, sad- the lines from 'Who is Araid of Virginia Wolf, the title far flung off from an illusion as a hanging metaphors. How low can you go, or how far, out?
All the children are gone, except one mailan, and I was going to chat up a conversation about I used to work as a mailman, one time in c.1967 in Terminal Annex, way downtown, and Charles Bukovsky worked there same time, blah blah, but he sneezed, and I said god bless you, and let it go with that.
Finally, the angel muse leaving, some left, as in post orgasm, the afterglow far exceeds the pleasure of the explosion, if I would have to answer to the query whether to check like or dislike Trump box , all things considered, would check ‘like’. Why?
Because of the waves. The duality between democracy, based on a feeling of bounding between inadequate and insubstantial social entities, the particles, lost in a space of their own, in soap bubbles floating in a miasma of love, then of course…
But what is reality, what is not fake news, what is it that everyone wants that he cannot live without?
Everything that He has, and everything that everyone has denied as being jealous of, and to prove that: The bind with that, who can and does have all that, the mysterious conjunction, the irrepressible odium, the very philosopher’ said stone, …That a re-repression can give.
If you’d ask the average man which he would seek above all others, he would opt for suppression,control, internal or external, it matters little, where they could reinvent this, put back that missing energy-(but what a cost), that can switch, that can evaluate, one against the other, with the hope, with the fucking hope of creating that overlap, that grey to come white.
To delianate the basis of the failure of democracy, not merely the slow decay, and just as slow turnaround, no, this time it’s big. The Great Depression was a wake up call, but the Great Recession was much more then that, it was the beginning of the Great Realization. The great realization of the battle of the isms, democracy in its post classical, modern dressing worked, tediously, but not as well as the post Lutheran beginnings , where trade began as a bourgeois enterprise.
The great realization is that it’s a process, a cyclical one at that, and post modern democracy entails pribkems about the very nature of man, his rights, his understanding of what the guaranteed ‘enjoyment of life’ may mean to him, as connected to the very most broadly hinted connection to Freud’s unhappily repressed man.
Reality principle is only for old philosophers, and the likes,