CASE STUDY # 6 (pursuant to case study # 5 pursuant to case study # 4 pursuant to case # 3 pursuant to case # 2 pursuant to case # 1: The Donnie Diaries: an ode to Ipecac)
Warning: but you know the routine by now the following rant may contain extremely offensive and disturbing images of blah blah blah … “extreme examples of logorrhea, hebephrenia and dissociation, contrasted by excessive ASSOCIATION AND digression” blah blah blah “containing extreme use of juvenile rhyme, homophones, paronomasia, and portmanteau” blah blah blah… with appropriate caveats along the way…
So No M got canned only to find out all the things she was crusading against, her husband was practicing, BIG time – balloons for boobs? And he couldn’t even get the nipples lined up. Tight satin pink panties and he’s forking out thousands to have some broad talk dirty to him and why is it the ones who preach the loudest sink the lowest? Jimmy Baker, Jimmy Swaggart, Jerry Falwell Jr. filming HIS WIFE gettin’ it on with some stud while he’s playing with himself at least sin with class Jerry and Jimmy (both of them) and all the rest of you freaks that could fill up a New York City phone book and oh yeah Bondi finally got canned too.
And for what? She didn’t play dirty enough. Not that she didn’t try. A Sceamin’ Mimi when asked even the slightest interrogative the most hated of all his lackeys to listen to her is to hate her. Noem was just a poser: cowboy, fireman, soldier, she was as bad as the Nazi midget she replaced with his trenchcoat and bootlifts before he was shuffled off out to pasture somewhere in the land of Lilliputians.
There’s a play by Jean Paul Sartre called No exit and it’s about these three people in Hell ushered in by a valet, locked up in a room together for all eternity only to realize hell is other people. Can you imagine all of Trump’s lackeys sharing the same room for all eternity: Hegseth attacking Bondi, Bondi screaming at the top of her lungs, Noem strutting around in the uniform of the day while her husband’s trying to get the nipples on his booby balloons finally lined up. And one by one a valet would usher in the next road kill. Gabbard, Loomer, Patel? The Nazi midget. Gaetz. Kennedy (looks like he’s dead already). All the pardoned rioters from January 6th. And let’s not forget Paula White. Between her speaking in tongues and Bondi screaming at the top of her lungs – that alone would make “The Snake Pit” seem like a garden party. And all of’m waiting for the Great Orange Pumpkin to show up Charlie Brown.
Of course the way they all act (and I do mean act) you’d think it was their idea of heaven. An eternity with your one true God, Franklin G. whom you say you truly love and you Robert J. – I saw you circling your savior layin’ hands on him in your holy huddle no less while Paula W. compared his sacrifice and betrayal to Christ’s just before EASTER – “You were betrayed and arrested and falsely accused Mr. President – no one has paid the price LIKE YOU HAVE! It almost cost you your life! You will be victorious in all you put your hands to… it is God that raises up a king.”
A quote from the village witch doctor.
And to tie all this in with The Donnie Diaries I, ll and III: a quote from the blurb on Confessions of St. Augustine, also a trilogy:
“The yin and yang of modern man in all his bipolar glory – wavering between Augustine and Auschwitz, Sartre and certainty – Heaven or Hell… but desperately searching for meaning with little more than his words and his art as a means to express it. A wild, manic, full-throttle ride through our subconscious dreamscapes.”
And THAT’S just for starters:
Now let’s throw in Catch-22:
Lt. Scheisskopf and Lt. Milo Minderbinder. The former reminds me of Hegseth and the latter AND the former of Trump. But Trump without the smarts.
“Scheisskopf: in English, ‘shithead’ – a minor fictional character in the 1961 novel Catch-22 by Joseph Heller, who is promoted through the ranks from Lieutenant to First Lieutenant, to Colonel and finally to Lieutenant General Scheisskopf” for no other reason than he IS a shithead. “Scheisskopf is constantly thinking up new schemes to help try to win parades. He reads books on marching and uses chocolate soldiers or plastic cowboys to act out his manoeuvres. His success and innovation in organizing parades leads to his later promotions. He is welcomed by his superior, who finds Scheisskopf unreceptive to wit and charm, and is glad that he has been blessed with such a weakling as a subordinate. The only thing Scheisskopf is concerned about is running parades.” (Wikipedia more or less)
“Milo Minderbinder: a mess officer and entrepreneur, ‘perhaps the best known of all fictional businessmen’ in American literature. The Minderbinder character is a “bittersweet parody” of the American dream, both a “prophet of profit” and the “embodiment of evil” who becomes obsessed with expanding mess operations (in which he and everyone else “has a share”). His most interesting attributes are his complete amorality without self-awareness, and his circular logic in running his Syndicate. Minderbinder’s enterprise becomes known as “M&M Enterprises”, with the two M’s standing for his initials and the “&” added to dispel any idea that the enterprise is a one-man operation. Minderbinder’s famous saying “What’s good for Milo Minderbinder, is good for the country.” (Wikipedia more or less)
Now back to Hegseth and Trump. And Catch-22.
Written in ’61 about World War II, it really was a pre-indictment of Vietnam and being so prescient, even of Trump, in both the character of Scheisskopf and Minderbinder. Hegseth we’ll leave at Scheisskopf and his obsession with parading his “masculinity” in the same way a parade is all show. Trump is a serendipitous Scheisskopf who is too stupid to know he’s too stupid and consequently like a Minderbinder without brains. Which doesn’t say a whole lot for the people he’s duped.
When I was in the Army in ’65, Catch-22 was our comic relief before being shipped off to Vietnam. Graveyard humor and our mutual cynicism about keeping the world safe for democracy.
Well, we didn’t and we lost the war to boot as well as half the guys I trained with and to this day, ironically the only war we DID win and I actually believed in was the war Catch-22 was all about.
Supposedly.
But was it? After all, Heller DID fight in it and like me, he WAS Jewish. So my take is genius is being able to take AND live with two or more opposing points of view and still objectively either come to a conclusion or accept the uncertainty of existence. Isn’t that the basis of existentialism? The old joke about if you have two Jews you have at least three opinions.
Which is why I can get into old Augie even though I’m an atheist.
An existential crisis albeit to me means to be or not be because THAT comes down to WHY? To the uneducated it just means preservation, self or collectively. And Trump is the major threat there and all his scheisskopfs who carry out his bidding as insane as they are.
Iran? We’re going to cut all the things that aid the welfare of our country and spend those untold BILLIONS and BILLIONS of dollars on what will be a calamitous war to once again be Trump’s ploy to distract from the Epstein Files?
Our enemies are going to love this: drain the coffers dry and that’s when Russia and China’ll make their move (Taiwan, Ukraine, NATO), countries that already have his number if not the goods on him. Since why does he do to Putin what everyone one of his sycophants do to him. From his Cabinet on down to his MAGGOTS.
Maggot: parasites that live off of garbage.
Beelzebub – Lord of the flies. Lord of the dung hill.
The reason unintelligent men procrastinate? TRUMP.
The
Reason
Unintelligent
Men
Procrastinate
TRUMP. TRUMP. T R U M P.
Our acronym, men, if we’re going to change America.
Juvenile yeah, but we’re dealing with “men?” boys with a case of “arrested development” as Jake Barnes said of Robert Cohn in The Sin Also Rises (typo – meant Sun) because the same could be said about Roy Cohn Trump’s true mentor and unless the folly of this idea of what makes a man is dealt with, we’re gonna lose and the pretenders will win and that goes for religion too. Even more so, since that’s the basis of their militancy.
The second novel of Confessions is called The Militant and in it our narrator Augie wrestles with how the concept is to be reconciled to what in the first novel, The Mendicant, is all about. Conclusion (solution): he becomes what the third novel, The Missionary, is all about.
A man is a person who sacrifices himself for others. Not the other way around like the Christian Nationalists would have us believe so aptly expressed by their witch doctor Paula White who would have us believe Trump sacrificed for us, like Christ, NOT Trump sacrifices us for him.
And to make matters worse in that little scene that should live in infamy, he’s surrounded by what evangelical America once deemed as their heir apparent starting with who else but the son of the most famous of them all – BILLY GRAHAM!
Dr. Phineas T. Redwell