yesterday he wriote 1212 hours this afternoon 1313
the trees were twentyfive hours
more bare leaves exhausted by the wind and
pelted by rain
every plant in his yard stood taller rejuvenated despite the
fall season and cold overnight temperatures
his outdoor cat bigfoot his fur had grown thicker
himself his skin thicker too
he seemed more adept at inhabiting it
despite its stringency its lack of agility a weighty chainmail swinging against
the back of his knees as he walked and at the ready to deflect the inevitable
slings and arrows hurled against him which he expected from the misshapen incoming
administration hobbled at its getgo
an ideology with only the sense
of a schemer a huckster a paranoid a pretender to a pretending base while in reality
the scales are tipped abundantly by two million more who can see that the want-to-be-emperor
has no clothes
what Richard Hofstadler said in 1964
in his The Paranoid Style of American Politics has flowered like a bitter weed:
"In recent years we have seen
angry minds at work mainly among extreme right-wingers, who have now
demonstrated in the Goldwater movement how much political leverage can be got
out of the animosities and passions of a small minority. But behind this I
believe there is a style of mind that is far from new and that is not necessarily
right-wing. I call it the paranoid style simply because no other word
adequately evokes the sense of heated exaggeration, suspiciousness, and
conspiratorial fantasy that I have in mind.
Hofstadler wrote that it wasnt enough
for the paranoid to have an opponent it
had to have an Enemy
"This enemy is clearly delineated:
he is a perfect model of malice, a kind of amoral superman – sinister,
ubiquitous, powerful, cruel, sensual, luxury-loving. Unlike the rest of us, the
enemy is not caught in the toils of the vast mechanism of history, himself a
victim of his past, his desires, his limitations. He wills, indeed he
manufactures, the mechanism of history, or tries to deflect the normal course
of history in an evil way. He makes crises, starts runs on banks, causes
depressions, manufactures disasters, and then enjoys and profits from the
misery he has produced. The paranoid’s interpretation of history is distinctly
personal: decisive events are not taken as part of the stream of history, but
as the consequences of someone’s will."
to be sure the next four years
were going to be difficult
he hoped the patient survived the
surgery and wasnt forced to recover for a generation or more
its always easier to destroy than create
1313, Monday,
28 11. 16
1522, Twosday,
29 11. 16
