After the trip back home from hell -- stuck 2 days in SFO
and another two in Istanbul snowstorms, for a total of about 90 hours
door-to-door -- I got a case of the flu from hell, so far 8 days of coughing my
lungs inside out for a total of 666,000 painful hacks, with 5 days of
hallucinatory fever like I can't remember since I had typhoid over 40 years
ago, and all the while following the exponential disgustingfulness of our
elected leaders -- I feel compelled to leave my sickbed and turn in this report
to my foreign readers (all 6 or 8 of you) on what I experienced firsthand in
the New USA during my recent visit from a politicalogical-sociological
standpoint.
How's that for a first sentence? Can you tell that I haven't
slept more than an hour a night for the last week?
Okay then, down to work: My first idea was to write an insightful
essay about Trump the
Trickster. Based on my background in folklore studies, I thought I could
show how he's actually the expression of an ancient archetype, the
creator-destroyer of worlds, blahblahblah ... and maybe I will someday.
Then my delirium gave me an even better idea: Race War. Why and how one is being subtly
set up and launched. Remembering the late 60's (as I do), I see similar signs
of race war on somebody's agenda, somebody's way to gain or distract or just
have fun breaking heads, but, yeah, another time.
Then one word in the Russian dossier summary struck me -- Pervert. I know DT the Perv ain't news:
the predatory behavior, the porn films, the penis brags, pussy-grabbing, if she
weren't my daughter, mistresses, prostitutes, assault and abuse, and more we'll
find out later. One thing about perverts is that they love company, they form
clubs, so who does DT surround himself with: Julian Assange, Mike Tyson, Bill
O'Reilly, Arnold Swartzeneger, Roger Ailes, Steve Bannon, Jeffery Epstein, Andrew
Puzder, Corey Lewandowski, and Vladi Putin. Not a full or confirmed list but you get the idea.
And it is all horrible, a rape culture so vulgar and filthy that in the end
it's hard to look at. Or joke about.
So what happened on the ground regarding the Prez Elect (or
PEE) for me to report about? Not much. People aren't talking. Like the eerie
winter of 2001, following 9/11, there's a tense fake calm that equals fear. The
country-town-neighborhood-friends-families are divided. The issue was avoided in holiday gatherings. One liberal friend told me she "felt like vomiting" every time she thought about that monster. But she
said it in a whisper, as if 1984 were still in effect. It is a uniquely
distressing moment for half the country, or three quarters I should say, and
that includes most of California.
Republicans and Democrats, like Dodgers and Giants, play by
the same rules. Everyone wants the transitions to go smoothly. Yet that ends
now. No more rules, no smooth transitions in mutual respect, no more morality.
Come Friday, the trickster, race war-monger, pervert,
un-named one has the nuke buttons and can't wait to destroy something, or
everything.
Happy trials, Martin
Mutt and Jeff are both sick too.