By now, after a long presidential campaign season marked by shocking levels of corruption scandals and salacious smut – and the election right now being a mere handful of days away – there’s really no need to repeat or parse information that everyone already knows. But if you’ll kindly indulge me here, I will share below some random, haphazard, stream of consciousness impressions of this election, which I’ve been quasi following from the faraway hills of the Levant:
I was halfway writing about how fury is now the opium of the masses, but then I changed my mind and discarded the piece because I felt that I’m just repeating what myself and others have been saying for a good six months – albeit, I may use more acrobatic prose than what the norm is in news media. Fact is, I am not a journalist and I do not wish to be one or to write like one. This, my natural lack of interest in the practice of journalism is actually the topic and purpose behind this personal article.
When I started Plato’s, it was really for four reasons. First, to be able to share through Plato’s daily Newsstand some selected articles of worth that would educate and further enlighten the reader. Second, to allow commenters their freedom of expression when blogging, so long as they were not rude, crude or derailing. Thirdly, to share with readers my insights and analysis of American Empire and its geopolitical shenanigans in the Middle East. Fourthly, and dearest to my heart, is to give uber support to the liberation of our congress and of Palestine, whom as we all know are symbiotically connected by both being under the criminal occupation of the Zionist invaders.
We have arrived. Teeming, huddled. We have arrived to the edge and our shadows are now cast over the precipice. We have arrived at the threshold of mass American fascism. It is a discriminatory ideology as well as a state of mind and we as a nation have collectively arrived at that grim station. Unmistakably, we have arrived as evidenced by the very fabric and sinews of the divisive policies and personalities of the presidential forerunners: Clinton and Trump.
But let us here first define the term ‘fascism’. Let us look at the founder of modern fascism and how he defined it. No, the originator was not Hitler, nor was it Stalin or Mussolini; it was in fact another Italian by the name of Gabriele d’Annunzio, a popular poet and libertine who lived at the turn of the 20th century (1863 – 1938). His infamous manifesto was adopted thereafter by Hitler and Mussolini, adding their own brushstroke to the diabolical canvas.
With his own party members and elders publicly attacking him full-throttle, Trump has become the elite underdog – a conceptual oxymoron in and of itself, but such is the notable upside-down character of the 2016 presidential campaign.
The main reason for these attacks appears to be Trump’s “neutral” position on Israel and his rejection of warmongering Zioconism and PNAC’s project of endless wars in the middle east – expensive military conflicts that benefit Israel and only Israel, not the USA’s interests and most certainly not Israel’s Arab neighbors and world peace at large.
Oh yes they most certainly do! YouTube be my witness, Israel kills Palestinian girls. In broad daylight, on film, and in cold blood.
Street executions of Palestinian teen girls are on the rise. Some of these executed girls had nothing to do with the Knife Intifada. Often, knives are planted posthumously beside tiny corpses; or else they’re planted on innocent Palestinian girls who then get carted off to jail for an alleged failed stabbing. And the ones who were out on a mission to stab Israeli soldiers, (a mindblowingly brave endeavor!), well, no doubt a nifty Krav Maga maneuver by a trained Israeli soldier could easily disarm a thin-wristed waif wielding a kitchen knife. No? Surely a copiously trained soldier would be able to expertly kick a paltry knife out of a small girl’s hand, no? Evidently not. We note, therefore, the excessive new level of fatal force used against Palestinian girls.
Two champagne glasses clink in a prism of light.
Netanyahu: I’ve heard you had a mansion made entirely out of gold but I never thought I’d ever get invited to it – and on Valentine’s day, no less – wow – I mean look at this place – unbelievable! A sea of red roses, a thousand lit candles, the Mariachi band in the corner, the kosher champagne – and just look at this mountain of kifelta fish – look at this mountain of Ben and Jerry’s pistachio-vanilla! How on earth did you know it’s my favorite?!
Salman: I googled it.
With a twinkle in his eye, Salman places a small Israeli flag on top of the ice cream mount.
There are two deckchairs on the moon. Netanyahu is slumped in one; Erdogan is splayed in the other. A billboard beside them says: Welcome to the Sea of Crisis.
Netanyahu: At least you can’t see Aleppo from here.
Erdogan: And no one can see us crying here either – god – never been so embarrassed in all my life!
Netanyahu: What the hell went wrong?! It was such a perfect plan. We smuggled in so many thousands of terrorists – we trained and armed and nursed them like one of our own – like wacko terminators they chopped off heads of men and boys and raped women and girls – they looted factories and oil wells – our media threw buckets of shit at their army’s name–