A shining town on a stolen hill

I support Joe Biden, though I know that Elvis has probably left the heart of what was once the heart of our now unrecognizable country.

I also support AOC, Bernie, and the Democratic party as a whole.

I am a NYC liberal, who lived most of his adult life in Manhattan, in cheap walkups and fringe Germantown neighborhoods.

I am also — not that it particularly matters — an immigrant from Egypt, who came to the USA at the age of 16, penniless and speaking broken English.

I’ve lived in Florida (but for several extended trips overseas to places like France, Portugal, and the Egyptian Red Sea coastline) for the last 20 years.

Thus I know first hand a thing or two about those smug, golf-cart retirees who supported Trump — and support him still, despite the criminal assault by the lower orders on the Capitol of America, lower order hog riding, beer drinking costume party clowns they would never invite home or mingle with socially except at brain damaged, fascist rallies.

After all, I do live in a gated community that’s all white — I call them Klingons, as they seem to be dedicated to clinging on to their pointless, dead end lives, and care only about how that investment portfolio — the one that allows them to glide easily from here in winter to, say, their clapboard summer place in Hogue — is doing.

And I am familiar with the tale of the scorpion and the frog — a cautionary tale well worth keeping in minding when seeking unity with amoral grifters who could give a shit about anything outside the ken of their provincial, lily-white, wrinkled pickleball world .

All I can tell you is this:  it is depressing that neither Netflix nor Amazon Prime stream Mr Arkadin for free. By doing so, are they not trampling on my Allah-given constitutional rights?

Orson Welles was a maddeningly uneven genius.

To not be able to see this ridiculous movie, in times such as these, is

an outrage!

That said, l look forward to Biden’s AG meeting the so-called coming storm with every federal means at his disposal — no doubt supported at some point, sooner or later, by redleg-type militia pursuing murderous insurrectionist Missoura treasonous scum to the ends of this Josie Wales earth.

Ditto state AGs relentlessly hounding and bankrupting the orange criminal — and his varmint clan — through every venue, until he/they is/are either confined in a sudden Leroy bf situation or hounded out of the country — no doubt to Israel, where Bibi will allow him/they to hide, until the next (at US tax payers’ perennial expense) arms deal needs to be made, and Donny and his ghoulish spawn and creepy in-laws and gold digger girlfriends or whorish foreign or domestic wives is/are thrown under the proverbial bus.

Ah, the future of late Rome America.

So bright.

Like a shining town or village or Israeli settlement on a stolen hill.


The Last Saturday of 2019

flroida intercoastal
At least I still have this to enjoy

On the last weekend of 2019, I find myself in a somber, reflective mood.

What will 2020 bring? Another waster year?

Where’s my head at, right now?

I have lost interest in almost everything that used to fascinate me.

I find most people who are obsessed with current affairs predictable, obvious, and rather tedious. I rarely watch MSNBC any more. I do not follow the latest anything, just some tech stuff that I like to keep up with.

I do not find memes clever or political intrigues fun or Twitter entertaining.

I find myself sleeping in honey, a quirky Egyptian expression that means becoming indifferent.

So, other than getting in shape, and teaching our new German Shep puppie good table manners and how to behave in company, what should I do with myself in 2020?

Well, I’ve gone back to books.  Lots of books. You know:  with actual paper pages and all. I have a whole library of rare or unusual tomes. both fiction and non, at home that I have yet to read.  And others not yet published that I intend to acquire. Like this non-fiction book. Or others, still, like this one, that have been.

I am trying to understand what happened. Maybe someone can explain it to me.

I find it tragic that the world is in this state.

Not a paranoid, endtimes, tin foil hat nutjob, but it does appear that much of the planet will be ecologically destroyed by 2050. Pity, that.

In Europe, the institutions that took the West centuries to build shattered. Elsewhere, entire populations vaporized by starvation, heat and war. The fragile culture of tolerance decimated.

Should I care?

After all, there’s a fantastic chance I’ll long be dead by then.

So why give a shit?

Who cares what happens after people my age are gone?

As long as I get mine.

Well, lots of people still do.

But unless the many who disagree with where things are heading rise up as one and squash the Morlochs, those who are now young will most likely be destined to remain economic serfs forever — if they survive at all.

The few cannot be allowed to continue to rule the many. America isn’t fucking Syria or Egypt.

If the 2020 election is going to turn out the way I think it will, the outcome has already been decided; an invisible finger will tip the ballot scales wherever needed, especially in havens of corruption such as Florida.

What will it take for the majority in this country to stand up and refuse to be governed by a cabal of devious slimeballs who will stop at nothing in their quest to rule by subterfuge and lies?

I am hardly the only one convinced that, after November, unless someone other than Maldoror is elected, this country will complete its devolution into a sort of uneasy agglomeration of warring primitivist fiefdoms, encircling a handful of enlightened cities.

The latter will be peopled by the bright and young and the privileged old.

They will be compelled to pay kneepadded tribute to the hog-riding cottagers as the price of being allowed to live in a manner that we still think of today as liberal, while the rest descend into ever more derangedly Neanderthal, fear-based tropes.

New York, Chicago, Boston, SF, LA, Seatlle, Austin, and maybe one or two others. That’s pretty much it.

If you are unlucky enough, due to age, or perhaps de facto poverty, to be trapped anywhere else, it will be like living in the Malebolge. “Nativism” is used without irony by talking heads to describe chest-thumping, flag-waving residual interlopers in Red America, a term that fudges the reality that none of them are autochthonous.

Will the good burgermeisters of Westchester, NY, for example, jeapordize their juciy 401Ks by manning the antifa barricades —  should the nation begin to succumb to all-out fascism?

Ask yourself, if you are, say, a millenial software developer making 250K per with stock options, would you seriously risk all that for social justice notions such as personal freedom from goverment and tech surveillance, racial, gender and economic equality, and true democracy that discriminates against no faith, creed or ethnicity?

dick bookOr will you stand by, as many French did during the Nazi occupation, passively watching today’s Jews — who in America’s case are its safe bogeymen: Muslims, of course, as well as the “hordes” of brown “illegals” — be carted off in cages to a fate you would rather not know about?

Rachel, Chris Hayes, Tom Friedman, Paul Krugman and even Ezra Klein will wring their hands, no doubt,, and tsk tsk in the Liberal media, and brave politicians such as The Squad will surely expresss their outrage, but this shall be an outrage that fails to stop the right wing  project whose triumphant ascendance seems inevitable and in fact almost complete — unless we are ready to stop it, once and for all — if that is even possible at this point.

America political bien pensants used to talk about a domino theory.

It was used in the context of the “red menace” — spearheaded by the Soviet Union, and of course China. Who would ever have thunk it that Eisenhower-era cold war hysteria would one day turn into the good old days.

Now, if the Democrats let themselves be raped, again, this November, as happened in 2016, and before that in 2000 — the dominos will fall everywhere, and millenials may inherit a world largely akin to what you can now view on Amazon in The Man in The High Castle.

Happy 2020 everyone!

Tomorrow belongs to you.

leaving america