In a post on August 4, 2016, I posited Donald Trump as Indiana Jones faced with a scimitar-twirling attacker (his Republican primary opponents). He, of course, pulls out a pistol and shoots the attacker dead. Someone in the crowd (Hilary Clinton?) picks up the dropped scimitar and runs off with it, thinking they have a … Continue reading Blowhards and News Clowns: Can They Learn to Win?
On Bastille Day in 1965, I was a 13-year-old in Paris. On our way home from a year living in Thailand, my family was staying in the apartment of a college friend of my father's (his family was staying in their "country house" an hour or so from the city). My father's friend arranged for … Continue reading “I Love a Parade”
Can we maintain adoration when our beloved is stripped of aspiration, only flaws remaining? That's what I've been asking, these past weeks, and I am getting more and more depressed that I have spent a lifetime besotted by a racist patriarchy that I once believed, with all my heart, was capable of growing into the … Continue reading Mount Vernon in America Today
(With apologies to Sylvia Plath for abusing her great poem "Daddy") You do not do, you do not do Any more, black shoe In which we have lived like a foot For eighteen months, rich and poor, Barely daring to breathe or Achoo. Donny, we have had to beat you. You lost before we had … Continue reading Donny
“Round the decay/Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare/The lone and level sands stretch far away.” So ends Shelley’s “Ozymandias.” It shouldn’t be surprising to hear those lines quoted this weekend as Donald Trump collapses into his own wreck. What too few are contemplating, unfortunately, are those “lone and level” sands that come with the … Continue reading Trump: “A Shattered Visage Lies”
As anyone should know by now, the American news media shoulder a great deal of the blame for the success of Donald Trump. Though some outlets, like The New York Times, are now trying to atone, they still can’t help continuing to enable him: witness the recent puff piece on Trump’s daughter Tiffany. Trump sells, … Continue reading The News Media, Trumped
Some years ago, we arrived at the age of the “news clown.” It’s the age of realization of characters such as Philip K. Dick’s once fictional newscaster Jim-Jam Brisken, someone who runs for president in a flaming red wig. But we’re past that, now. No, not past Philip K. Dick; we’ve simply moved to another … Continue reading The Age of the Crap Artist