By now, we’ve all had time to digest Trump’s presidential victory and a chunk of its implications. To those who are still surprised, nay devastated at the election’s outcome, I offer my sincerest commiserations and a bucket of ice poured over their heads to shock them back into reality. For the winners, I offer my sincerest congratulation and a bucket of confetti and thorns rained over their heads to remind them that regardless of Trump’s victory, our nation is still teetering on the same gaping precipice and worse. To the disgraced mainstream media, I offer them a bucket of feces in their faces – they honestly do not deserve better – I’m sure most of you here will agree. And to the leaderships of both parties, to the nefarious, self-serving Zionist Washington Establishment itself, I offer them much raucous mockery and my woohoo happy dance. It is truly a poetic justice that it took an upstart insider billionaire, who’s been buying and selling the very same Establishment politicians himself for some three decades, to sucker-punch the whole lot of them incompetents, traitors and foreign agents. Nobody ‘important’ has been shielded from the Trumpian fist. Not the dynastic Clintons. And certainly not the bullshit Bushes. Even the normally duck-and-dive Deep State is in a deep panic. In fact, everywhere you look, instruments and beneficiaries of the current and corrupt Status Quo are quaking in their unmentionables at the imminent prospect of Trump receiving the diamond-and-platinum keys to the White House. The very same archenemy of the Establishment’s cultish and lucrative Order has handily smashed them all and will now become their prestigious and all powerful master and Commander in Chief. Thus begins their living political nightmare – thus begins their current decent into political madness and filth.
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.
So here it is: your very own eternal ring of fire. Feel free to hang here anytime and share your thoughts and links to your heart’s content.
The mic is yours, the stage is yours – everything and nothing here is yours heh. Think of it as visiting a garden of knowledge and delight. Or think of it as an asylum where the doctors have left the building. Think of it even as a quaint refuge or as a goddamn inconsequential hellhole. So long as you’re ‘thinking’, then that’s all that matters.
Enjoy your life and your freedom of speech!
Once again, hardly any ‘new’ news today, and generally speaking, there’s no ‘action’ of any consequence going on right now, not stateside and not globally – the media is, as per usual, full of regurgitation and variations on old themes, the hasbara factory is same-same-same (oh tedium!); plus I have a house full of visiting Brits this weekend so my computer time is limitato (that’s Italian for ‘limited’). I will still endeavor to post up the good stuff that I have time to read on the interwebs… and I also have a half finished new article that I’ll resume working on again once my guests depart and the farmhouse is nice and quiet again – I could have finished this article a couple of days ago but man the weather has been so utterly gorgeous here after a long month of March rains that I’ve ended up instead chilling in a citrus grove on a lush carpet of springtime flora and reading Hart Crane – so drunk on the heavy scent of orange blossom and birdsong that I simply couldn’t be bothered with the world or even with my writing. Peh. It’s just the way it is with me.
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.
So I briefly scanned through today’s headlines and so far, there’s nothing of significance or consequence to post up or report on. Much regurgitation of news, or silly spins on the week’s headlines is what’s gurgling in the media pipes today. Plus, I could use some disconnect from the world time myself as well. Yes, yet again, I’m feeling bored but brilliant. What will I be doing today instead? Well, it’s drizzling outside so I’m staying in bed, watching a stack of movies and eating toast and honey – a very pleasant R&R practice I learned when I lived back in rainy England.