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Thursday, July 21, 2016

Donnie's Central Flaw

Not to oversimplify, but it seems the endless commentary on D. Trumpet, all the TV profiles (which one has not watched) and exhaustive cover stories in the news weeklies and all the NPR broadcasts analyzing his political views and the adequacy of his psyche, may be summed up in two words:

He's stupid.

To have acquired skills in making money, duping acquaintances, and manipulating mainstream media is not proof of intelligence. It is proof of being one of the most common types in "successful" America--a hustler embracing superficial values with death-grip intensity.

Saturday, July 16, 2016


Touching Trump, the worst aspect of the heavy media coverage he has received due to his circus-performer remarks is that a grotesquely unqualified and dangerous candidate, one one can't help but suspect is a "plant" put into the race by the Clinton machine, is that a candidate with no political experience, not to say a freak, has been normalized. Journalists now discuss him as a bona fide candidate worthy of reflective analysis, a politician who deserves to be taken seriously. Witnessing coverage of this nature is shocking, surreal, sad.

Friday, July 15, 2016

Holding a Grudge?

As to yesterday's inconceivable tragegdy in Nice, France--

Is the ongoing attack on the West by Islamofascist terrorists the result of a grudge that goes as far back as the Crusades? Are they driven by, at the core, a thirst for revenge?

How to deal with an enemy possessed by extreme mental illness and living in chronic homicidal frenzy? When one's antagonist is foaming at the mouth and slaughtering non-combatants, how can there by any thought but extermination, which of course, in the long run, will guarantee the problem will never be solved, because what hawks will probably call "justifiable genocide" or some such thing, will only deepen the thirst for revenge?

A problem with no solution? One desperately hopes not, with God as one's witness.

Saturday, July 16, 2016 @ 10:30 AM

As to this past Thursday night's terrorist tragedy in Nice, France, today's Times reports:

[T]he Islamic State had featured its claim of responsibility 
in a news bulletin on its radio station, Al Bayan, and ...  
“threatened that ‘crusader states’ are not safe.” The claim 
must be greeted with caution. The Islamic State has at times 
asserted responsibility for attacks carried out in its name, 
even when there was no indication that the terrorist 
network had any direct role in planning or carrying out the 

Wednesday, July 13, 2016

The Mind Boggles

Shakespeare became so many different characters, from all levels of society and at all points on the intelligence continuum, that it is next to impossible to imagine what he was to himself, who he was. Dear God are we all lucky that, in Walter Becker's words, this near-random universe saw fit to create him, or allow him to arrive here on terra infirma, or however one says what happens when a true genius reveals himself or herself among us. All praise and respect to the Unknown! And to William Shakespeare!, whose like we have not seen since, and probably never will.

Tuesday, July 12, 2016

Dungeons & Dollars

Reading Jane Mayer's Dark Money: The Hidden History of the Billionaires Behind the Rise of the Radical Right, I think the Koch brothers who are running the business enterprise need to ask themselves whether they belong in jail for manslaughter, or perhaps capital murder, for the environmental pollution they have inflicted on citizens of the U$A. And while "we" are in the political sector--Bernie's campaign has been beneficial to the country, but by endorsing Hillary today he has revealed that he is perhaps too old to be a true revolutionary. Revolutionaries do not compromise. As a young man said to the UN in the fifties, or sixties: "Patria ou morte." Yet all honor and respect to the man, he has a heart, a characteristic all too uncommon in the U$ political arena.

Wednesday, July 6, 2016

The Dalkey Archive / F. O'Brien

The only thing I liked about this incomprehensibly venerated comic novel, which I slogged through only to the midpoint, was the dedication, an all time classic:

To my guardian angel. 

(And a not insignificant publishing house adopts this title as its name? I'm going to need to have someone explain that to me.)

You wanta laugh aloud over a novel, try Bukowski's (scabrous) Factotum, or Waugh's (more refined) Scoop or Sorrentino's (tragicomic) Red the Fiend or Th. Berhard's (insane!) Old Masters.

Tuesday, July 5, 2016

Monday, July 4, 2016

Chump's Game

All that criticism and high-toned theorizing turned out by Shakespeare and Kafka and Hemingway and Faulkner--why did they bother with their works? Dear God, all the lives wasted by taking the highroad when the low road was right there ....

Of Dullness, Confusion and Rousseau

What's needed for Of Grammatology is a guidebook like Catalano's superb work on Being &  Nothingness. Deconstruction is hard enough to understand but when it is presented in a manner that is indifferent to fundamental principles of expository writing it becomes a tar pit, and if that's the point, that he wants us to experience textual futility and the death of reason and all the other sacred principles of his "ground-breaking" and "heuristic" and "indispensable" philosophy, let him exhibit the courage of withdrawing it from publication, or burying it in an unmarked grave in the first place, and perhaps crawling in with it, though one isn't about to demand it, live and let live, but the book should be buried, or rewritten in a manner that shows some respect for the reader. Cf. M.LeClerc: "The fundamental requirement for the philosopher is a capacity to absorb virtually unlimited quantities of dull writing."

Sunday, July 3, 2016