You’d Go Sit By the Ganges Too If Your Country Was Warping Into a Pharmaceutically-Induced, Armed Camp of Imbeciles

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2016. Acrylic on canvas, 18 x 24″

Two choices in my kingdom for king or queen. The one on the right, Donald Trump, in a public rally last week said he wanted to “punch in the face” a man in the audience protesting his candidacy. He told the crowd of mentally prepubescent boys and girls on the playground that he wished for the “old days”, when someone like that (a brave nobody protesting insanity) was brought out of the house on a stretcher. There is an article about it here from a pretend newspaper that has helped bring our world to this tipping point via corporate boardroom editing and a pack of Hollywood dog reporters who could write well enough but never think for themselves.

I remember many years ago reading in, I believe the same newspaper, a short article about an old man who had the secret service arrest him in his home because he wrote to then President George Bush Senior that he wanted to “punch him in the nose”.

The local sherrif security should have slapped the cuffs on Trump at the rally, and dragged that cowardly mouth-flappin’ effeminate New York thug by his pedicure down the aisle out to the squad car. A man with that extension of angry people power must be stopped at every slur. History begs for it.

Trump is not a reaction to establishment politics as usual, as many would have us think. His rise is reactionary politics a lá Klu Klux Klan. To prove it. South Carolina, a backwards confederate country that just took down its worship of fear flag from the state capital, voted for a New York City billionaire to become President of nuclear annihilation. Politically, this translates as the rise of fearful white supremacist bigots voting their frightened ignorance to insure the right to more Walmart barbecue and stupid people thug-speak. The state voted for Nixon too. He was silently evil—igniting flesh melting gasoline on hundreds of thousands of people a half a world away. They looked different. America was tired, and truck stops on Interstate 95 were international enough for South Carolina, so all was okay cause their killer was in Washington.

At least Nixon had public tact, appearing more or less sane in a Presidential way. Watergate spooked him. To compare, Nixon’s contemporary  would laugh this little faux pas off and then toss some smart bombs into a North African city of brown people.

The problem with Trump and his army of violent-thinking morons, is that he is even more publicly reactionary before holding power than a private evil lunatic like Adolf Hitler ever was. We have ourselves to thank. While all this neato technology and endless chickens-in-the-pot have wooed us to oblivion, a rigged two-party system buffeted by oligarchs came into power.

So, one political party is imploding before our eyes and not even our head of CIA thug John Brennan knows what to do about it. The first time I heard the latter speak, I thought I blacked out and woke up in the back room of a smoky Irish mafia bar. That day I knew our country was dressed and ready to be cooked. Then last summer after the iPhone biker shoot-out in Texas, I saw that federally, the system was done, forked in its ass, and turned-over done. The Donald Trump army was ready, and all that crazy billionaire bird had to do to kick-start Armageddon was point at a Mexican and laugh. Or sponsor a Super Bowl commercial. Or say “Help! Single mothers are out to get me.” And his dedicated throng of bored bigots would give this bad man their precious vote just to see where the crazy chips fell.

 

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