It is as gray and rainy in Northeast Pennsylvania this morning as befits the desolation of my mood.
I ricochet between slack-jawed paralysis and an outrage that makes bloodless white-knuckled balls of my fists.
The latter is better.
I reached out my front door to pick up my newspaper, and it occurred to me that I am now afraid of my neighbors.
I'm afraid, and anyone who values reason should be, of anyone--everyone--who voted for Donald Trump.
They have elected the darling of the white supremacist, the Ku Klux Klan--the idolator of the lynch mob.
They have chosen a war-loving fascist whose "America First!" betokens an country with no place for civil discourse, for dissent, for self-reflection, or for humility.
They have deemed fit for the most powerful office of the land a man who regards half the human population as disposable fuckable toys.
They have chosen to condemn women who'd seek abortions to "some form of punishment" or hemorrhage.
They have authorized to speak for us a man who thinks reckless bravado signifies strength, that flag-wrapped warheads demonstrate patriotism, and who dog-whistles the "law and order" of the loaded gun.
They have chosen torture as a legitimate form of negotiation.
They have chosen surveillance, repression, paranoia, and that bitter flavor of institutionalized violence that would as soon eat its own entrails as acknowledge the humanity of "the other."
They have chosen the xenophobic white patriarchy of the "America" of the Commerce Clause, Citizens United, and the Panama Papers.
They have elected to privatize and commodify everything.
They have chosen that polite euphemism called a "trade war," you know--that "deal-making" that will make us nostalgic for the Transpacific Partnership's gentler kinder rape of the developing world.
They have embraced that stinking religious bigotry that burns down the "other's" place of worship in the name of their vengeful god.
Ironic, they bill themselves as "Constitutionalists," but personify bottomless civic illiteracy.
More ironic, they'll burn down the house that is their own country to "Make America Great, again."
They cannot tell the difference between a tabloid story about alien abduction and the science of anything-at-all, and they choose the former because it's more salacious.
Their country is an episode of Jerry Springer: blowing it up is a reasonable solution to boredom.
We'll wring our hands about how this election reflects the "discontent of the hard-working white laboring classes," how the collapse of the manufacturing base has blighted this silent majority, compelling them to vote for change.
Bull shit to that.
Economic hardship needn't seek scapegoats. It can unionize. It had heroes in decent human beings like Bernie Sanders. And they chose hatred instead.
And this time these folks didn't have to go looking for others to blame: Trump gave to every white man regardless his fortunes license to invert the facts of history and see himself as a victim--a newly recruited soldier in the Great White Army ready to build The Wall.
Truth is--Trump has grabbed every white male sucker who voted for him by the pussy. But that warm little squeeze will quickly become a stone-cold vice once the euphoria starts to wear off.
All but the whitest and wealthiest will be fucked. For Donald Trump is a liar of the most cancerous sort. He lies to himself. And then he lies to you. And then you wait for things to get better. They won't.
That white nationalist may be patting himself on the back this morning, smacking his wife on the ass and telling her to like it.
But thinking he's won the lottery isn't going to bring back even one manufacturing job.
It's not going to put more coal in the ground.
It's not going to bring a single multinational corporation to heal.
Nope. And the turgid greasy resentment he already feels is just going to fester once he figures that out.
Morning in America:
Hate. Crimes.
Rape.
Homophobia.
The militarization of everything.
The celebration of willful ignorance.
The gutting of public education in the name of "choice."
The deterioration of the last thin threads of civil public discourse.
Emergency room healthcare for those who cannot afford to be rimmed by health insurance profiteers.
Elderly folks who die held hostage by pharmaceutical companies.
Indigenous peoples whose lands and artifacts are ground-up by the backhoes of the fossil fuel behemoths.
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The debauchery of the United State's Supreme Court.
Global disbelief.
And worst of all:
To elect a megalomaniacal Troglodyte like Donald J. Trump is like hurling a Molotov Cocktail at the planet.
Global warming needs no accelerant.
Wendy Lynne Lee
7 comments:
So what? You put a few bullets in the head of your own blog anyhow a while back, as evidenced by how almost nobody other than me seems to bother to sneak a peek at it anymore, and then only when we're drunk.
Now about the part of your concern that can still actually be addressed (at least in a non-incendiary manner) at this late date: As a paper boy on Sundays, I happen to know that if you call the paper, it's very easy to arrange to have us place your paper INSIDE your door.
And that's my admittedly-maybe-too-tRump-ilk way of pointing out to you a way for you to KEEP ON hiding behind your doors, keyboards, block buttons and everything else like that, which I guess could perhaps help explain why I failed to see you on the streets of Scranton on Monday night where some of us were heckling tRump BEFORE he got elected.
So you're telling me you would rather have Hilary Clinton then Donald Trump someone that you can't even trust with emails someone who kills our own soldiers sounds like a real winner to me this what is wrong with America the guy is not even in office and you're already saying he's gonna make America so bad and what is really funny is the face that you're saying all this bad stuff saying him a racist isn't that kinda hypocritical just my opinion
Dear Mr. Frost,
It does take a special combination of vacuous arrogance and idiocy to claim to know who does or doesn't read my blog.
You are just that special.
And thank you for that newspaper advice. It's easy to forget just how truly obtuse you really are.
Lastly, I teach Monday nights. And I'd bet my race legs that I accomplished a great deal more in my classroom than you did with your Trump signs.
In fact, I know I did.
After all, Trump won.
And anybody who doesn't agree with the more-unfrac"K"ed-than-yours-or-mine-lawned "P"rofessor's conclusions, whether on her obviously-deliberate slick-word-omission portrayal of Tom Frost as having held a Trump sign for a nanosecond in his life or on any other thing, is not very intelligent, and needs to be attacked and needs to be attacked in an ad hominem manner. Got it.
Ummm....HUH? Mr. Frost, I get it that you're trying to flirt, and that you desperately need attention. But, honestly, I don't have the time for incoherent rants.
Let me recommend avoiding run-on sentences. They're grammatical failures.
But, no need to clarify.
You "held a Trump sign." You're a Trump supporter. Good for you. I'm sure you'll benefit from his reign of terror.
I'm, however, done being baited by a buffoon.
Dear anonymous,
I don't respond to the content of anonymous cowards.
But I do take Mr. Trump at his word--and that word is white supremacist.
I also judge him by his actions. Ditto.
And to assume that I was a Clinton supporter is daft.
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