Archive | September, 2017

Rallys. Really?

The nominal President, T.Rump, held a rally somewhere in Alabama today. It made news because hecause he called on Professional Football, Inc., to “fire” those players who protest national policies and sentiments by not standing during the national song’s rendition before any game.

Just now, as I was writing this, it took me more than a minute to name what the players were protesting. As I recall their statements of protest, they have to do with numerouse lapses in “freedom and justice” which the players are demanding be addressed, and an abiding allegiance to prejudice, primarily racial, instead of the very spirit which the song references.

Could T.Rump ever sort it out?

Personally, I doubt he has any concept of “spirit”. I think he denies the existence of anything so un-solid as “spirit”. He understands anger, fear, greed – rather, recognises the effects of these sentiments. He doesn’t understand anything very much.

Also, he recognises victory and defeat. I doubt this extends to success and failure. I don’t think he can recognize success unless it includes beating someone else. And failure is too painful for him to comtemplate.

Spirit, victory, defeat.

Who ever heard of a sitting President holding a rally? As he approached re-election, sure, but now?

Hitler held rallies, Mussolini, Saddam Hussein, Juan Peron. Not Truman, or Eisenhower, not even Nixon or Clinton. Nobody who could be impeached; only those who could be deposed. And vilified. Forever, I might add.

Of course T.Rump’s love of rallys does not in any way imply he’s a demogogue. I understand some Committee for Producing Rallies scheduled a rally they called “Mother Of All Rallys” last Saturday on the National Mall. There was some perplexity over the booking. It conflicted with another rally, scheduled by The Juggalos for the same time and place. Concern was voiced that the Mall couldn’t handle both crowds, and that the two groups couldn’t intersect without violence.
Most articles referring to the scheduling conflict assumed the reader was familiar with “Juggalos”. As I was not, I googled the term.
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Turns out, “Juggalos” are fans of a hip-hop group named “Insane Clown Posse”. Two white guys, their faces completely covered in parodies of clown makeup, rapping surprisingly childlike lyrics. The fans/Juggalos paint their faces similar to the duo.

Superficially, I could see no dischord between Rump’s followers and “insane clowns”. As it was, the enormous Mall was more than sufficient to accept the entire “MOAR” and still have more that enough empty space to include the entire population of Juggalos.

I can only imagine Mussolini’s reaction to such a rally. If you’re like me, you’d have loved to see it.

 

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Labor Day, 2017

“Btw, IMHO and FWIW, the administration is doing a superlative job in response to Harvey so far.”
– John J Lisovitch
Saturday at 2:19pm ·
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I’m generally so tense that when the cat jumps off my lap, I twang. Relaxation is a rare event. If ever I do manage to draw an unfettered breath, I often fall asleep.

John J. Lisovitch’s post the other day(above) must have imbued me with such relief, given me so much hope that in an instant I fell into a deep sleep, for I had an intense and compelling dream. It only lasted a second. Maybe it was a legitimate vision, but saying that seems very presumptuous. Like, it might actually happem, or something.

In this dream, I lived in a nation whose government responded to its people by relieving their suffering. And in fact that was all it did: removed agony. It did not create it. Any attempt to realize profit by making things worse for any segment of the populace would be required by law to specifically benefit ten times that number, including the intended victims, and do it immediately.

In this government, all decisions are made in full view. Bribery and kickbacks are nonexistant; the very idea is scorned as the invention of an idiot. No one would go there, do that, because it would inevitably lead to prison and destitution.

And, though an impulse may occasionally pass through the minds and bowels of some administration or other to reduce a small, belligerant nation to crystalline ash, no military adventure is ever considered. If, though, a bation’s populace ever rises in revolt against a despot, and appeals to my government for support, support may well be there.

The interests of this nation center on freedom and justice, and prosperity for all, as opposed to maximum profit for a few. I could see this in the faces and actions of all around me, the self-assurance and good feelings they express.

All in one second. I don’t think it was the first time I’d been there, though. It felt like I’d come home.

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