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Spring unfolds at last in all its loveliness and Hillary sits back in
repose like the matriarch of toads with a clear path to her toadstool throne,
having swallowed the mouse-king Sanders. (She forgets that there are millions
more mice under the thatched grass, including new mouse-kings awaiting.) And
Trump with his bullfrog smile now casts his baleful eye on the two remaining
gnats circling his lily pad. Yes, this magical week when the world bursts
into leaf and flower, the life of our nation seems like a fairy tale.
Weeks from now when we’re used to the mild air and the greened world,
going coatless and care-free, is when the storms of summer strike and the
life of the nation turns from fairy tale to horror comic. Both Clinton and
Trump are perfect representatives of the nascent forces moving towards some
kind of civil war in comic book America.
Clinton perfectly embodies the fortress of the status quo, including
especially her praetorian guard of black ghetto grandmothers, giving Hillary
the false appearance of some sort of righteousness when, really, she has
nothing to offer the greater crisis of black manhood, boxed into prison by
the ancient crippling rules of federal welfare policy with its extreme
penalties on active fathering. Otherwise, the stone wall of her status quo
fortress conceals her privy council of Wall Street necromancers, and the
fortune they have helped her lay up in the vaults of the Clinton Foundation.
All of which is to say that Hillary represents the forces that want to
keep things just as a they are: rackets rampant. What can crush her triumph
of fakery is the sudden manifestation of rackets collapsing under their own
weight — a set of awful probabilities waiting to happen, ranging from riots
at the Democratic Convention in Philadelphia to an accident in
financial markets jerry-rigged to mis-price everything for the purpose of
funneling carry-trade gains into East Hampton. Look how she croaks about the
triumph of the Affordable Care Act, as though it’s a great thing that
Americans can shell out $10,000 a year for medical coverage that only kicks
in after you rack up the first $6,000 in charges. (Forgetting for a moment
that the costs are an hallucination of the “ChargeMaster” system designed to
lavish six-figure salaries plus bonuses on the maestros in the hospital
executive suites.) What a demonic fraud this woman is.
In terms of sheer persona on persona, Trump is not much better, a walking
hood ornament on the faltering beater car that America has become. But at
least he recognizes that the beater beneath him needs a complete overhaul,
even if he can barely cobble up a coherent list of particulars, or name the
mechanics who might be able to fix the damn thing. And, of course, a broad
swathe of Americans whose lives have also come to resemble beater cars are
very sympathetic to the impulses Trump radiates.
For example, I happen to agree that the nation needs to act on
immigration, both on the problem of illegal immigrants and on limiting the
quotas of legally admitted newcomers. The Left, sunk in its sentimental sob
stories of “dreamers,” and its nostalgia for the Ellis Island romance of
1904, can’t conceive of any reason why the nation might benefit from, at
least, a time-out on invitations. The idea undermines their world-saving
fantasies. In my little corner of America, the computer chip factory run by
Global Foundries (owned by the Emirate of Dubai) has just laid off the
majority of its homegrown American technical labor force and replaced them
with foreign technicians on H1B visas, thus creating x-number of new Trump
voters among the laid-off, and rightfully so, I think.
Really, who says we have to invite every striver from other parts of the
world where striving is more difficult? Let them improve the strive-osity of
their own nations. Do the citizens already here not have any right to halt
the influx and take stock of the nation’s circumstances for a period of time?
If only Trump could speak clearly about these issues instead of simply
issuing crude and rather dumb threats.
Enjoy this end-of-April lull in the action. Use the moment to gird your
loins and perhaps get the hell out of the financial markets while the getting
is good. I think you will see things liven up a lot as the heat rises and the
seventeen-year locusts emerge from their long sleep underground in
frightening storms.
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Coming in June
World Made By Hand 4 (and final)
Praise for A History of the Future:
“Kunstler skewers everything from kitsch to greed, prejudice, bloodshed,
and brainwashing in this wily, funny, rip-roaring, and profoundly provocative
page- turner, leaving no doubt that the prescriptive yet devilishly satiric A
World Made by Hand series will continue.” — Booklist
My local indie booksellers… Battenkill Books (Autographed by the Author) … or Northshire
Books…
or Amazon…
Also: Published as an E-book for the first time!
The 20th Anniversary edition
With an entertaining new introduction by the author
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