The 2016 Presidential Election
Isn’t this grand? The rodeo clowns are out in full force. Politically disabled delusionals have replaced millennials as the magical demographic and are clamoring for the most surface level, echo chamber chant as to Hillary or even the hoary Bernie or Trump and that other guy. Nothing specific. No details. No hits, no runs, no errors.
Agents provocateurs infiltrate Trump rallies and pull off classic COINTELPRO antics they’ve dusted off from the 60s and no one bats an eye. No clue as to history.
Hillary lauds the first closeted couple’s criminal refusal to acknowledge AIDS even as their Hollywood friends, whom they more than socialized with, withered away in hideous death throes. Meanwhile Hillariots look the other way as she flaunts and flouts every conceivable security statute, hiding a series of illegal and immoral payoffs and payouts through her sexual predator husband’s NGO.
Bernie touts and champions vague references to Scandinavian Malthusian gobbledygook while his doubletalk on the questions of war and peace reveals a clear intent to deceive voters as the opportunist Bernie attempted to straddle both sides of the issue on the Syrian no-fly zone.
Cruz, the evangelical Elmer Gantry, who can actually make Dungeons & Dragons religiosity seem even more intellectually untenable, only hits commentary pay dirt when a globule of lip jam coagulates into a disgusting sphere. That’s what the media focused on. Oh, and his uncanny resemblance to Al Lewis.
And as for Trump, the self-proclaimed mentulate wannabe, the Mr. Haney of boxed meat and Crazy Eddie of American retail politics, he completely hijacks and unplugs what’s left of any semblance of critical thought and adult concern.
We are doomed. And I blame not these folks. I blame Americans. The unwitting American sheeple consumers of this dreck who labor under the phantasmagoric delusion that this in any wise resembles what we used to recognize as reality.
And you wonder why I don’t vote. I’m fasting.
To my friends who claim to be Libertarian, let me be blunt. You’re not. You most probably have an idealized sense of freedom (usually surrounding or involving smoking decriminalized weed) and this vague intellectual concoction about less government. That is the beginning and end of your depth. Libertarianism has as its Bilderberg the Mont Pelerin Society and a committed fealty to the Austrian School. It’s neoliberalism plain and simple and a ghoulish advocacy of austerity. Understand the fundamentals. Stop using the term as your calling card into hipness by confusing it with a celebration of freedom. It’s anything but.
Verity. You most probably can’t name five platforms and positions of the candidate you ostensibly support. You’re in love with an image, a history, a statement. You wear politics like you do a designer item. You’re too busy for issues. You vote as your daddy did, for a pol’s gender or religion or even race. You’re surface level and synthetic, tissue thin in your political comprehension. Your vote is almost juvenile and baseless but it still counts. Unless Diebold gets ahold of it.
One more thing. You probably haven’t notice how the sockpuppet media and pols in general never mention ISIS or al Qaeda any more. Putin and Russia are off the table as are Wall Street derivatives and synthetic instruments. You’ll never hear about GMOs, Monsanto, Big Agra or Pharma for that matter, hydroimperialism, surveillance, the NSA, the hyper-militarization of the police and 1033 programs, globalist imperialism and asset-stripping jackals In fact, you’re hearing absolutely nothing about anything and you’ve duped yourself into thinking you’re adept and sentient. I don’t worry about the country; I worry about you.
Positive thinking is one thing. Delusion’s another. No, you can’t do anything you set your mind to or dream. That’s fanciful and sheer lunacy. There are many people smarter and more talented than you who were born the wrong race or gender or in the wrong country or during the wrong time and a series of forces that have nothing to do with worth or competence militated against them. Prayer and sticktoitiveness won’t do a thing. Life’s a crapshoot and luck, entropy and circumstance are critical.
Admit it. Your vote is based on candidate appearance, temperament affect, delivery, speech, style, looks, fashion, age, sex, demeanor, comportment, affect and your father’s politics, your tax bracket, geography, friends and self-image. But absolutely NOTHING to do with candidate or party platform, politics or policy.