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Thursday, May 19, 2016

Trump the Dwarf-Killer

The debates over whether Donald Trump is, technically, a "fascist" are very interesting but in the end pointless. What is important is that Trump shares, with Hitler and Mussolini and hordes of lesser crazed nationalist dictators, the love of power used with deliberate cruelty to destroy the weak. As George Orwell wrote in his 1944 essay "Raffles and Miss Blandish":
"Until recently the characteristic adventure stories of the English-speaking peoples have been stories in which the hero fights against odds. This is true all the way from Robin Hood to Pop-eye the Sailor. Perhaps the basic myth of the Western world is Jack the Giant-killer, but to be brought up to date this should be renamed Jack the Dwarf-killer, and there already exists a considerable literature which teaches, either overtly or implicitly, that one should side with the big man against the little man."
Trump, like the fascist dictators of eighty years ago, wears the jackboot which, as Orwell put it in his most famous novel, 1984, represents the dystopian future: "If you want a picture of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human face—for ever." It is our solemn task to bar the way to this future before Trump and his benighted followers.

Sunday, April 10, 2016

Bernie and the Bigot

Confronted by an anti-Semitic heckler, Bernie Sanders finally said he's proud to be a Jew. But because the heckler also used the magic word Zionist, Sanders also made sure to criticize Israel in his response. Why? Does he imagine he changed the bigot's mind with the message, "I'm one of the good Jews, so don't hate me--hate those evil oppressive Israelis!" Not a chance. For the bigot, a Jew's a Jew. The only message appropriate to give a bigot is, "I am proud of who I am. The problem is yours."

Thursday, March 3, 2016

An Open Letter From Lucifer

Dear Republican Elites,
I am frankly hurt and puzzled by thy behavior recently. Thou mayest not realize it, but even the Prince of Darkness hath feelings (and no, neither Karl Rove nor Dick Cheney hath the right to that title).
When my faithful servant Tricky Dick Nixon didst sign my Pact of Blood, aka "The Southern Strategy," I thought its terms were perfectly clear unto thee and thine. Thou didst purchase the racist white vote, which I did take from the Democrats and bestow upon thee and thine, at the price of thy immortal soul. Thou couldst camouflage this Pact, and I did not stop thee when thou didst thusly, by pretending it was about "Law and Order," as my faithful servant Tricky Dick did, or by ranting about "States' Rights" while standing upon the blood of three civil rights workers, as did St. Ronnie of the Blessed Tax Cut, or by frightening the punters with the Scary Black Rapist Willie Horton, as did St. George of the Thank-You Note.
Thus didst thee and thine obtain the South and the Presidency for a generation and more.
Now my faithful servant, The Donald, is "calling in thy note," as I believe my servants on Wall Street refer to it. And thou actest all shocked and upset, and art claiming to be the Party of Lincoln and not racists at all. Yet I have it on good authority from my spies Upstairs that Honest Abe did rip his party membership card to tear-stained shreds sometime in the early 1970's, perhaps when my faithful servant Tricky Dick was drunkenly bellowing into a hidden microphone his true thoughts about the Blacks and the Jews.
I must therefore remind thee and thine of the terms of our Pact. Thou mayest not disavow the racism that obtained for thee and thine all those votes, lest thou alienate the Rednecks that are thy base. I am the Prince of Darkness who gave unto thee all the kingdoms of the world. For a little while, at least.
With love from thy Master,