Trump Trumps All Reason [Flash Fiction]

for the Prophet Jeremiah

A revised republication of a former blog entry by a man who writes a political blog that he publishes alone and with all the madness inherent from doing the likes in this society of vision through the ass and where doubt has become the highest wisdom.

The anus is our third eye. You think otherwise? Perhaps your prudishness disallows you from imagining such, entertaining metaphors like this. The inability to imagine has lead too many people down too many turnpikes to perdition.

What more is there or would there be for me to say on the subject of your asshole is your their-eye? Is it really only the third eye, or do we not pass too many of our conceptions through the perceptive lens fit snugly in the anus?

Yes, to soliloquize or not to soliloquize, saying what must be said by weighing what words to use in order to say something I must surely imagine needs to be said; to convey what needs to be known–and to know or not to know is only what happens when you stand under what should be known. You have to get close in the way one would mean if one had an appreciation for or a belief in the metaphysical. Yes, there is an infrastructure of facts and knowing we need for any idea to accrete in appropriately in our thoughts. Yes, there is appropriateness and inappropriateness, as there is physical space and metaphysical space.

How then do we understand what there is to say about our current state of affairs politically–it has been almost two years that our current President got himself elected by tapping into just how stupid we had become. Anyone who thinks (not randomly passing images in theming or playing hop-scotch with slogans or received ideas) must know to what extent our political correctness has mismanage democracy. No? It has done so, almost as acutely as the Know-Nothing Party of Donald Trump’s re-imagining has completed.

Mr. Trump has re-imagined himself an American in the guise, the attitude and postures of a former 1840s self. As ridiculous as this may seem or sound, he has done so, and the result is as grotesque as any thinking person could have imagined and must now see. My opposition to Trump’s Presidency–and I cannot tell you how difficult it is to accept that, being a man of my age, and not just any man but a New Yorker of my age. Just what it was the country missed that most New Yorkers new forty years ago is unfathomable even for me.

Nonetheless, knowing what I know, thinking as I have thought about the President does not dis-allow me to see just how poorly political correctness has managed a defense of our rights, civil, constitutional and human that it has always purported to be a defender of, if to simply an advocate for. How Political Correctness as a dogma, as a polemical position finds itself in line with Donald Trump’s “Know-nothing” populism has to be looked at more carefully by me before I will say what this speculation points to, the obviousness of which depends on how critically minded you are.

I believe a thinker can step away from the rhetorical ping-pong that America’s Conservatives and Liberals seem to enjoy playing–continue to play at this moment. And we do like to play ping pong in America–pingpong with white and black, ping pong with conservative and liberal, ping pong with Democrat and Republican, mirroring (either comically or horrifically) how we play ping pong among fans of competing sports rivalries.

Moreover, to garner enough evidence for the above speculated conclusion of just how in line Trump is with his politically correct and corrective flip-sides we should re-examine the Know-nothing Party of the mid-nineteenth century. Yes,  in order to better understand what is on display in the American political arena? On the American political stage? More like,in the American political shop window. -Yes, to understand better how this seemingly new act performs in our political circus rings.

New act? Hardly.

If we were to do so, Trump would not appear as if he fell from the sky, or rose up from the depths. Yes, if we had any historical awareness, or if we had the inclination to make such investigations rather than wait for the correctly framed received ideas we need to parrot in order then to find comrades on either side of the Trump trapeze act . . . I am stretching this, I know.

Trump the carnival barker?

Why not? More in common with P.T. Barnum than any other American ever?

In fact–what is there that is in fact– the Know-Nothing Party’s platform is very similar to Donald Trump’s; the party was founded in 1845 and lasted until about 1860 and was ripe with Anti-Catholic sentiments and bigotry, as well as the view that the country was being overrun by Irish and Bavarian-German immigrant hordes. Daniel Day Lewis’s Nativist character in Scorsese’s Gangs of New York is a continuation of this virulent reactionary politics.

Am I saying that Bill the Butcher is anything like Trump–one is actually peculiarly brave while the other is obviously a coward . . . and I will not help you to know which one. I leave you to steep in your own received ideas. Perhaps in the paradigms of his rhetoric alone is Trump like Bill the Butcher? I could have a drink with Bill; I’d throw up if I had to drink with Trump.

Is Trump like Bill the Butcher in Bill’s most heinously violent impulses? I do not imagine so–but then I no longer know why I do not imagine this. Trump’s grotesque populism and whatever popularity he has garnered is right in line with Bill’s general attitudes about Immigrant Hordes and their common use of Nativist Jingoism. I am still, though, wondering just how far we are supposed to allow the heinous politics brewing in America to continue in the name of our attachment to the First Amendment, and I am not saying that I wish to detach myself or ourselves from the Four Freedoms, not as I have heard too many young moderators on Cable saying.

What then must we do? I ask. I am genuinely asking and am not in the least using this rhetorically as we like in America when we conclude that no one can say, as when we say Who’s to say? Is it ever acceptable to shoot proto-fascists? But then Trump is not exactly a protoi-fascist, now, is he?

Is knowing what we know about Nazis and Nazism in hindsight enough for us to revise our opinions about the First Amendment, but then isn’t that what Weimar did–did they not suppress the publication of Mein Kampf; did they not try to suppress the Communists–but then that would be perfect for Trump, as it would be for any Statist–aCommunist threat! 

Shouldn’t Mean Kampf have been put in all bookstores for everyone to read, if only for Weimar to have avoided the resulting mystification of the Nazis, of the facts of the Nazis, of the words as written expressing Nazis ideology? Questions do beget other questions as much as they do responses, responses in themselves not answers. This, though, is not de necessitas.

 

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