Strangely Stinking Animals

FROM THE BEGINNING, I thought Kamala would win, big. But of course, I thought the United States would win the Viet Nam War, and that the Yankees would win the 1964 World Series. As a great ancient Chinese philosopher adroitly said,"only fools predict the future". I can't recall exactly when I, listening to National Public Radio Tuesday night, first realized that Trump would be elected. Seems like it was rather early. Assuming the Republicans win the House, and that seems likely as of this writing, NPR might well be among the better things in life which becomes extinct, along with the worst, the human race. I can scarcely imagine what mental and moral contortions of pretzel logic one must put one's self through to convince one's self to support Donald Trump. Despite troves of material available on the subject, despite my ruminations over the past nine years, I still just don't get it. His supporters are perfectly well aware of what a reprobate he is; the trick is to realize that they support him in spite of this, perhaps because of it. Morally and intellectually, his supporters remind me of him. I tell them that, and they don't seem flattered. When Trump was elected the first time, I congratulated him. I did the same thing this time. That's what people of high moral character do, rather then deny their election defeat and attempt to violently overthrow the government. You give people a chance. Donald Trump had his chance, the first time. Trump admires tyrants, and has promised to become one. He won't find it very difficult. More than sixty five million Americans have given up on democracy, and want a "strong man". Moral character matters not. One sixth of all Americans who believe that Trump will be an authoritarian president voted for they tyrant-elect. Not long after Putin attacked Ukraine, the twice yearly congregation of latent fascists, CPAC, met. The crowd chanted: "Rush-uh..Rush-uh"! Russia, formally, is a republic. So is the United States. Like 1933 Germany, we have elected our tyrant. Donald Trump, like any other American president, can lower the price of groceries only by visiting thousands of grocery stores, strutting up and down the isles, and marking down the prices by hand. Aside from an impending criminalization of LGBTQ people, the construction of holding pens for brown skinned immigrants, the engraving of The Ten Commandments upon the Lincoln Memorial, and changing sides in the Russo-Ukrainian War, there is the matter of climate change. We have switched sides, and are now allied with he forces of global destruction, fossil fuel billionaires and all. Look for the atmospheric carbon content to exceed 500 parts per million by the year twenty thirty. December will become a summer month in the northern hemisphere. Already the multi billionaires, Musk, inc., are relocating to Washington D.c.. The great American plutocracy, always extent but long hidden in murky realm of smoke filled room pseudo anonymity, shall now come out into the sanitized light of high noon. The cockraoches will scatter, but gather together elsewhere, to aid and abet the new tyrant. Officialy, the United States will be a plutocracy, as it has always been informally. It gets worse before it gets better. Like all illness, this one must run its course. "In the earthquakes to come, it is to be hoped I shan't allow bitterness to quench my cigar's glow", wrote Bertolt Brecht. He also wrote: "I make friends with people. and I wear a derby on my head, as others do". I say: "They are strangely stinking animals". And I say: "No matter, I am too".