Invisible empire
Like Charlie Brown's friend Pigpen, Trump travels in a cloud of filth, perhaps more moral than literal but certainly noxious. Arizona is seeing a record increase in coronavirus cases, so to Arizona he must go. Today's plaguefest is booked into the Dream City Church in Phoenix because it only holds 3,000 people -- no repeat of the Tulsa debacle. Expect many more such venues as he snuggles up to the believers and helps churches flout the Johnson Amendment. Has Trump ever come across a law he didn't want to move on like a bitch?
Earlier today he signed another of those risible Hereby Orders, this one demanding ten years in prison for anyone who harms statues of the seditious. If local and state governments won't take them down, people have to do it themselves, a sometimes dangerous procedure. But why stop at ten years? Ex-felon Dinesh D'Souza advised his patron that in India you would be shot if you "vandalize a monument to the father of the country." Which presumably would be an emperor from a few thousand years ago, or possibly a god.
I think I have an answer: Take down all the statues. Statues imply worship and belong in temples and churches. Worshipping men and women is always a bad idea, whether George Washington or Saddam Hussein. Who decided that every park needs a general or a politician frozen in stone and covered in pigeon shit? Let's encourage creativity. Maya Lin's wall is a far more moving testament to the tragedy of Vietnam than the representational kitsch that Ross Perot insisted on adding. Ideas of what was acceptable changed so much over half a century that FDR's monument depicted his wheelchair but banished his cigarette; I think he would have been irritated about both. End the debate and pull them all down. (I was going to say "One man's Meade is another man's Pershing" but I won't, because puns are unacceptable.) Here endeth the lesson.
Because it's rally time, in a Phoenix church that presumably has no ramps. I'll be impressed if Trump can go twenty-four hours without calling attention to either his physical feebleness or his inability to draw flies in redder-than-red Oklahoma. I have a feeling this isn't over. An OANN operative called (checks notes) Chanel Prion has detected a leftist-Antifa plot to lie about how the BOK place was actually crammed to the gunwales, and even the Tulsa fire marshal is in on it, and the media just repeats their LIES. Then the Lincoln Project, who are like your crazy rightwing uncle if he slipped you a check "for college, don't tell your aunt," shared video of Mike Pence doing a little Dick Van Dyke stumble as he climbs the steps to Air Force One, which is a pretty pathetic way to stay on the ticket. Do they all have to wobble, shuffle, trip, spill water on themselves and drop their pants now? Please make it so.
Let me leave you with a disquieting thought. What if Trump's "silent majority" is not just silent but invisible? It explains not just the Tulsa debacle but the seemingly empty chairs at the inauguration. The "many people" who keep telling him things could actually exist. They may have given him information about Area 51 or "Mexican caravans" that nobody else has. They never get polled because they don't have phones. But somehow they vote.
We can't afford not to consider it.
Earlier today he signed another of those risible Hereby Orders, this one demanding ten years in prison for anyone who harms statues of the seditious. If local and state governments won't take them down, people have to do it themselves, a sometimes dangerous procedure. But why stop at ten years? Ex-felon Dinesh D'Souza advised his patron that in India you would be shot if you "vandalize a monument to the father of the country." Which presumably would be an emperor from a few thousand years ago, or possibly a god.
I think I have an answer: Take down all the statues. Statues imply worship and belong in temples and churches. Worshipping men and women is always a bad idea, whether George Washington or Saddam Hussein. Who decided that every park needs a general or a politician frozen in stone and covered in pigeon shit? Let's encourage creativity. Maya Lin's wall is a far more moving testament to the tragedy of Vietnam than the representational kitsch that Ross Perot insisted on adding. Ideas of what was acceptable changed so much over half a century that FDR's monument depicted his wheelchair but banished his cigarette; I think he would have been irritated about both. End the debate and pull them all down. (I was going to say "One man's Meade is another man's Pershing" but I won't, because puns are unacceptable.) Here endeth the lesson.
Because it's rally time, in a Phoenix church that presumably has no ramps. I'll be impressed if Trump can go twenty-four hours without calling attention to either his physical feebleness or his inability to draw flies in redder-than-red Oklahoma. I have a feeling this isn't over. An OANN operative called (checks notes) Chanel Prion has detected a leftist-Antifa plot to lie about how the BOK place was actually crammed to the gunwales, and even the Tulsa fire marshal is in on it, and the media just repeats their LIES. Then the Lincoln Project, who are like your crazy rightwing uncle if he slipped you a check "for college, don't tell your aunt," shared video of Mike Pence doing a little Dick Van Dyke stumble as he climbs the steps to Air Force One, which is a pretty pathetic way to stay on the ticket. Do they all have to wobble, shuffle, trip, spill water on themselves and drop their pants now? Please make it so.
Let me leave you with a disquieting thought. What if Trump's "silent majority" is not just silent but invisible? It explains not just the Tulsa debacle but the seemingly empty chairs at the inauguration. The "many people" who keep telling him things could actually exist. They may have given him information about Area 51 or "Mexican caravans" that nobody else has. They never get polled because they don't have phones. But somehow they vote.
We can't afford not to consider it.
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