Okay, so I’m gonna be the guy that’s narrating The Donnie Diaries (meta-fiction or no fiction) – ALL of them, but in the meantime, I’m using Confessions as parallels and contrasts. For example, his America, Augie’s, the guy telling that story, is the America you see in that picture you’re looking at.
He painted it, Augie, the guy telling that story. But that’s over fifty years ago. Before Big Brother told us he’s going to save us from the America he destroyed and make great again.
Now Augie starts out talking about an America that starts out in the summer of ’65 and ends some time in the early 2000s definitely after 9/11.
Now Augie’s story’s finished. Mine’s only beginning.
Now I mention all this because like life and fiction, the latter’s usually based on the former. For example, I’m the first character in his story he actually talks to. And a not very flattering image at that: both his verbal description of me as well his visual as you can see in his caricatures.
Anyway, that being said it’s typical of writers to do that. In the summer of ’62 while lifeguarding at a Northshore beach on Cape Ann where John Updike would frequent, one of the lifeguards on his way to work told us about this freak accident he just saw where some lady drove her car over a stone wall through a long stretch of woods only to come to a complete stop in front of a tree. With no damage to her or the car. Twenty years later in ’82, I remember reading his novel Marry Me where that exact same scene is described.
Okay, Augie may have had some recollection of me at his parents’ party, but he was so high on who knows what – speed probably and a whole lot more – that he hardly came close to his description of me – both verbally AND visually with that godawful caricature. Well, like I say, his story is finished, mine’s just beginning. Or SHOULD I say the America HE described is finished, the one I’m about to describe is just beginning. Because that picture you’re looking at? With the tracks going off into an unknown horizon with a mid century car about to cross it? THAT was our turning point Charlie K., not your naive close-minded ignorance with your cliche ridden apothegms with enough Scripture thrown in your obvious jingoism as to be obvious to all but your woefully ignorant followers. But didn’t Hitler start out the same way?
Because between Augie’s ultimate optimism, like his namesake’s, that Charlie and all his ilk, starting from their Orange god on down, have hijacked and turned into the greatest threat of ALL – to what the original Saint Augustine envisioned – is like night and day! And as I’ve said before many times and will again in these Diaries, you can draw a direct line between the two: from Augustine to Auschwitz, with Trump and his unholy trinity picking up from there. God the father Donald Trump who orchestrated it, god the son Charlie Kirk by his death and resurrection will carry it out, and Roy Cohn the holy spirit who will ALWAYS be that one true guiding spirit.
And his church? MAGA, Christian Nationalists, Fox News, most Republicans, etc, etc… you get the idea. But what’s the gospel THEY want to take out to the whole world? Read The Donnie Diaries. Because whom has he reached so far other than the aforementioned?
How about Putin for starters? Kim Jong Un and all the rest of our enemies? But as for the free world? THAT’S what The Donnie Diaries are all about.
Because you see what they DON’T realize is – Trump isn’t trying to bypass democracy and use his power to achieve what THEY want! but rather HE’S using what THEY want to achieve the power HE wants. And what THEY see as a means to THEIR end – IS THE OTHER WAY AROUND! He’s using their end as merely the means to his end. And when he gets what HE wants, nothing they care about will matter.
Don’t believe it?
Read The Donnie Diaries.
Dr. Phineas T. RedwellÂ