July 19, 2016

And Away We Go!

The fearless neo-neocon screws her courage to the sticking post and, after a year of TrumpDread notes

"The deed…

…is done.

The fat’s in the fire.

The fat lady’s sung.

The bird’s on the wire.

The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,"

gives you the finger.

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I watch the formal nomination with a growing feeling of special dread. I watch it with a kind of sardonic awe as Fox splits its screen in two and on the right I see someone from Ohio proclaiming their surreal votes while on the left some aging supermodel working for WeightWatchers proclaims “Bye-bye bellyfat!” And thus the rising surreality of our current reality washes over me and gives me a sick, sinking feeling. Not about Trump. Not about that at all. Just the feeling that returns and returns, that echoes and echoes, that repeats and repeats the careworn mantra, “Events are in the saddle and ride mankind.”

Feeling the tectonic plates shift deep under the population....

Something moving deep in the mantle. Small tremors here, vibrations at slant there....

Like that movie with the burrowing monster worms roaming under the homes of men. Not the hellish island sized worms of Doom sifting sand mountains and devouring whole factories, but the smaller ones, the predators, the carnivores, the ones in the American grain, the ones that rise up and at most take down a Chevy with a couple of people in it as sandwich filling.

Over the passing months this saison en enfer fills me, more and more, with a kind of nameless dread regardless of the outcome. The more that I read from people who have it “all figured out” the more I feel that my only shelter is in staying stupid. Staying stupid and admitting that deep down I don’t have one single crisp clue as to what is really going on.

Staying stupid but still smart enough to avoid crowds. No matter who. No matter where. The war is here. The war is now.

After the smoke began to clear in the early evening in my Brooklyn Heights neighborhood on 9/11 I made my way down to the Promenade to see the twin torches burning as the F-15s swooped overhead and the black helicopters landed across the river near the funeral pyre for 3,000 New Yorkers. This song came clambering into my memory. In time it faded. Today it's back. I don't think it's going away....

Posted by gerardvanderleun at July 19, 2016 5:17 PM
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I don't know either, I doubt they are worried at RISD, though.

Posted by: Will at July 19, 2016 6:23 PM

"Life During Wartime" = what large enough amounts of cocaine for long enough will do.

Posted by: R Daneel at July 19, 2016 8:18 PM

Hummmm.... probably won't have enough in the shelter. Budget problem.

But remember, ammo will get you through times without coke better than coke will get you through times without ammo.

Posted by: vanderleun at July 19, 2016 8:35 PM

"Today it's back and I don't think it's going away."

I've got the same disease and for me it was expressed best by Joseph Conrad in his novel, The Heart of Darkness.

"The reaches opened before us and closed behind, as if the forest had stepped leisurely across the water to bar the way for our return. We penetrated deeper and deeper into the heart of darkness."

Posted by: Denny at July 19, 2016 9:48 PM

Mr. V. It's a whole lot easier for us who never stopped believing in Santa or an omnipotent God -- athiest or believer, you can have what you want.

It'll be okay. It'll be better than that. It'll be 'GREAT!', again. And even if it's not, you can pretend it is until you're sure that it isn't. Why waste all that time with dread when you could have joy?

Posted by: AbigailAdams at July 19, 2016 10:40 PM

Well you can rejoice when the Hildabeast is elected then.

Posted by: Veritas at July 20, 2016 12:12 AM

Maarcus Luttrell's speech - and this, the Donald's entrance to the convention (1 minute) - defined the current moment for me: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z_v1FwosV_U

One's attitude about current events depends largely on the platform from which observation occurs. The medium is the 'massage'. If its Fox (or any network) you likely walk away with neo neo's takeaway. I watched the first two nights on the official RNC live stream on YT and must say I'm somewhat heartened to see the hated Mitch McConnell and Paul Ryan in full harness - along with many, many others.

In other words, its better to not listen to others telling you what you just saw/heard - unless, of course, its Vanderleun.

Posted by: John Hinds at July 20, 2016 5:39 AM

Nicely done, Gerard.

Posted by: Bruce Hanify at July 20, 2016 5:42 AM

It'll be 'GREAT!', again. And even if it's not, you can pretend it is until you're sure that it isn't. Why waste all that time with dread when you could have joy?
Posted by: AbigailAdams at July 19, 2016 10:40 PM

Exactamundo. To quote Ian Fleming, of all people, "Worry is a dividend paid to disaster before it's due."

Posted by: Rob De Witt at July 20, 2016 6:17 AM

With all due respect Rob, I'm now sure that it isn't. The disaster is already here.

Lock and load.

Posted by: Denny at July 20, 2016 8:56 AM

Denny,

I hear you, believe me.

I'm pretty much crippled, living on SS, coming back as a singer and doing what I can. When the assholes get in my face they receive a nice surprise - mostly because up until that time they see me laughing and having fun.

Fuck 'em, but give 'em my life by renting 'em space in my head? Not a chance.

Posted by: Rob De Witt at July 20, 2016 10:13 AM

Thanks Rob, I understand. It is sinful to despair and lose ALL faith and hope.

Sometimes though, honest and realistic foreboding is like a good blues song. It's comforting to know there are others in your same tent.

Posted by: Denny at July 20, 2016 12:47 PM