Mirror, Mirror

Last week provided a sobering look in the American mirror.  Much of that ugly reflection was concentrated in the State of Virginia, where governor Ralph Northam first admitted, then denied, that he was one of the two utter dimwits who appeared in a photo from his medical school yearbook. One of the idiots was wearing blackface, and the other case of arrested development was done up in Klan regalia, including the stupid hood.

Northam seems to have seized on the “plausible deniability” tactic a bit late in the game, given that no one is stepping up to confirm who the two racists are, and as of this writing he is still refusing to step down.  The arrogance of modern politicians is off the hook, but this tale gets even better.

Governor Northam still hasn’t explained, admitted, or denied the existence of another photo, this time in the uniform of the United States Army – where he served in the Medical Corps – which revealed that his nickname was, or perhaps still is, “Coonman”.

Hours later – this is how this stuff works – Lieutenant Governor Justin Fairfax was accused of sexual assault.  Hours later, he was accused of rape by somebody else.  The Lieutenant Governor denies these allegations and is now calling for the FBI to investigate.  One presumes innocence until there is evidence enough to convict, but his dreams of ascending to the throne are presumably in tatters.

Hours later – the state’s Attorney General, Mark Herring, issued a classic “Let’s get out in front of this” apology for “put(ting) on wigs and brown makeup”.  Read: blackface.  This apparently happened way back in the 1980’s, so that he could sing and dance at a party while looking like some rapper named “Kurtis Blow”.

By the way, what is this weird obsession with blackface?  When did it ever seem like a good idea?  It was repugnant behavior in the 19thcentury, when it first started, and I’m aware of nothing that has happened in the considerable interim to make it any better.

The State of the Union address was no less disgraceful, an utterly puerile demonstration of the state of American politics.  For pure theater, which is what government has become, it was at least fascinating in the same way that a freight train derailing onto a dirt road is fascinating.

A host of erstwhile lawmakers showed up wearing dazzling lab-coats, one of them was seen doing a crossword puzzle, and an oft-bullied schoolkid with the unfortunate name of Trump was caught in a full Red Bull crash in the balcony.  Nancy Pelosi spent much of the speech appearing lost, distracted, angry, or bewildered, it’s hard to know which, and more importantly how behaving so poorly, on purpose, advances any cause at all.

The theater of disdain was tightly choreographed, naturally, and meant as a kind of dog-whistle to left-leaners in the national audience, but it was mostly an embarrassing and childish reflection.  Later, Pelosi was praised for “throwing a special kind of shade” on Trump, whatever that means, and for whatever good it does the country.

One of the finer SOTU moments came when the U.S. Army’s Chief of Staff, General Mark Milley, after Trump uttered some pandering nonsense about the United States having the most bestest, and so beautiful bigly military in the world, was caught on camera leaning over to ask Air Force Chief of Staff, General David Goldfein, “Should we stand?”

It was a legitimate question. Stand, sit, snooze?  At least we were spared the image of Ruth Bader Ginsburg, having slammed a few Harvey Wallbangers before the big performance, passing out and drooling on her robes.  Not that that’s ever happened before.

But last week’s astonishingly accurate mirror-image of our union wasn’t quite finished with us.  Newspaper editors may live many lifetimes before being afforded the opportunity to publish a headline as beautiful and as true as the NY Post’s front page masterpiece:  “Bezos Exposes Pecker”.

Am I alone in my consternation, my utter bewilderment, that in today’s America whole segments of the nightly news actually ARE a National Enquirer story?  In this case, the Enquirer somehow acquired pictures of Amazon’s Bezos in flagrante delicto, and threatened him with blackmail if he didn’t play ball.  So to speak.

The irony, of course, is that Bezos – who is now suing the Enquirer and some guy named Pecker — collects information on virtually anybody and everybody who uses his products, and then sells it to the highest bidder without any regulations or accountability whatsoever.  No blackmail required, since everybody just happily signs up to be exploited when they log on to Amazon, or Google, or Android, or whatever.

Of course, one can be forgiven for wondering what 134 billion can buy that 67 billion can’t, which is something maybe Bezos will tell the world when his divorce is final.

These are strange days we are living in, kids, and anybody who actually thinks about this stuff, reflects on it, and tries to put it all in historical context, might be forgiven for losing faith in the institutions we look to for solutions. There is a hard lesson in that, because our institutions are only ever a reflection of us.  They are who we are, and it would be hard to argue that what we see in the big American mirror is even remotely flattering.

  1. The average duration of a democracy/representative style government is 200 years. The US is approaching 250 years. This is due to the citizens figuring out they can vote themselves the lions share of the treasury. One need only look/listen to the potential candidates; especially the current democratic possibilities and the postulate seems confirmed. We’ve exceeded the average expectations but the demise seems to be close at hand. God help us please!



    1. There is still time to polish your credentials for an assignment on the local workers’ committee, Steve. Please do not despair, Comrade Kamala knows what is good for you.



  2. I have great confidence that the illecebrous AOC’s Green New Deal served up in a borrowed jacket from Augusta National will save us all. While the brabbling over unimportant things like actually funding our government persists and the “Gang of White” constellated like the free-thinking women they are, twattling with each other about the real benefits of Socialism while jargogled by the Orange Man’s gorgonising trolling at the SOTU which left them in the ultimate widdendream, I kenched as the lineup of Virginia’s finest hugger-muggered whilst circling up the wagons with their rifles (nee squirt guns) pointed inward.
    What a truly monsterful week it has been.



    1. It was recently suggested that consuming a large quantity of high THC recreational cannabis — and then sitting in a folding chair about 3 feet in front of a large television screen — for the opening sequence of “First Man” is a cure for almost anything that may be troubling us. 🙂



      1. Well, there’s my plan for Friday night! Mi Gusto, Senor 😀


  3. Don’t worry AOC is here to right all that is wrong with not only the USA, but ultimately I believe she has what it takes to fix the entire planet. In ten years, no gas, no planes, no ribeyes ( or corresponding cow ass flapping), remodeled homes and businesses for everyone and best of all I don’t feel like working anymore so I don’t have to. I hope you all do though cuz someone has to pay for my free liposuction. Gonna be glorious!!



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