My recent foray into utopian/dystopian nation-building has satisfied my desire to have my say about our disastrous political situation. Amen.
Okay moving on.
In the here and now America Melting Down and its impact on Election 2024 including the Show Trials of Donald J Trump unfold in their Kafkaesque grandeur. It’s hard to imagine a fictional cast of characters and a plot to rival the Keystone Kops film festival that we see unfolding around us.
Laughable prosecutions based on kindergarten versions of legal proceedings that keep getting bounced out of court by Appellate and Supreme Court reviews and cartoon judges and prosecutors strutting around kangaroo courtrooms trying to convince even partisan jurors that they know what they are talking about.
It’s preposterous. But eventually this level of organized railroading must eventually culminate in at least one prison term for Trump. I’m guessing it will be in New York. And I’m also guessing that this will embolden the hapless and utterly corrupt Republican Party to ban Trump from the ballot in November. And that will signal the end of the Republican Party as a viable political entity. And it will also represent the end of belief in the legitimacy of American politics. Unmask! Unmask!
Of course all of this is a cataclysm but I’m secretly looking forward to it as a relief from this sham theater that we have to endure every two or four years. Having to imagine people like Mitch McConnell and Mike Johnson as our “heroes” or even our allies is too nauseating to continue indefinitely. Let it all crash and burn. Let the Democrats steal every last penny left and pour in the millions of illegals and outlaw the Bill of Rights. Hurry up and bring on the People’s Republic of Leftwingistan, with that haircut in California Gavin Newsom as its cardboard cutout “leader” and that mindless nitwit Kamala Harris as its poster child.
I’ll spend the apocalypse attempting to do the things that I find interesting and amusing. Art will have to substitute for reality. Sure, eventually deprivation and loss of freedom will put an end to any actual joy as we head down the road to neo-Marxian repression and poverty but at a certain point you stop fighting a losing battle and find consolation in whatever bits of life are left to you.
Even in a prison there is the potential for joy. The inner life of the mind is something that can replace the outside world for those who no longer have access to freedom. Gee, that sounds grandiose or ridiculous; depending on your point of view.
Well, I’ll watch our little passion play with a mind for the humorous and absurd situations. I’ll record for myself and anyone who is reading along what strikes me as interesting. But more and more I think that we are looking at a new world. The people in charge have rigged the game thoroughly and the only consolation is that the pretense is over and we can see the progress of the game without much difficulty. The Bushes and the Kennedys shook hands and agreed on Obama and now the Clintons have agreed that Joe Biden is the clown face of the Uniparty and we will find out just what that means in the weary years ahead.
But I’ll try to make it fun.