Trumping Territorial Pissings

Hands up, before Donald Trump had won, by securing victory in the Rust Belt states, who wrote something about him? Who wrote more than a tweet? Who wrote a tweet? Who retweeted or shared something about him on social media? Who just clicked on a ‘like’ button? Hands down.

Hands up, who had an opinion about it? Who had an opinion after he won? Hands down.

Hands up, after he won, who wrote more than a tweet? Who wrote a tweet? Who retweeted or shared something about him on social media? Who just clicked on a ‘like’ button?

Interesting. Hands on heads. Hands on toes.

Me? I’ve only written something about him a couple of times (not including the time I mentioned him in a parody of “American Psycho”, but that was a piss-take on Kanye.)

The most recent was after the second presidential debate in October when I commented BTL on Australian political news website Crikey.com.au. I lambasted Hillary for her rubbish performance. It’s a debater’s wet dream to get the chance to go one on one with an opponent as inept as the Donald when you know exactly all he’s got to say. He’s a champion of the professional wrestling community, so it’s crazy not to take the opportunity to, figuratively speaking, bounce his fat ass out of the ring. Someone emotional-intelligently progressivesplained to me why I was wrong. Sigh.

The first time I wrote about Big D was in September. I didn’t mean to do it. I was supposed to be writing about my XV Anniversary. But I really wanted to write about the XXV anniversary of the release of “Nevermind” and how the zeitgeist that was, or wasn’t, defined by that album related to our current time.

It would have also been a good way to segue into what I was doing in 1991 when “Nevermind” was released. But writing about how when I was 19 and on a climbing expedition in the Indian Himalaya, after having two of my closest friends killed in separate incidents the previous year, and I cursed one of my teammates to death when I was playing cards and he was trying to listen to someone recite Kipling, was somehow a bit too maddening. Did that really happen? Yeah, shouldn’t have called me a philistine, eh bro? I got no regrets, what about you? I’ll drink to that. There were more beers in the fridge.

So I was drunk listening to “Nevermind”, mostly just replaying my favourite track “Territorial Pissings” because it seemed to perfectly hit some nail on the head. All I ended up writing was a short stream-of-consciousness rant that ended with the Trump. It wasn’t my actual opinion, it came from beyond. I knew it was the shit. I went out to the living room and excitedly read it to old mate who looked at me blankly. I’m sure he was just thinking “I wish that cunt wouldn’t drink my fucking beers.”

Next day I emailed it to myself, and a copy to a mate, to be sure to be sure. Who knows where it went from there?

Back in early 2001 when I was testing and pushing my ability to manifest my own reality I wrote about how it led to what I named “my Truman Show paranoia”. After 2001 I had good reason to suspect that I could certainly be under some form of surveillance and at the very least Five Eyes had an eye on me. Who knew what other mad hackers were up to? So yeah, if you watched me getting freaky with myself over these last years, before I taped over my webcams, I was letting you.

I can’t escape the paranoia, and mostly I just play with it. It’s  fun knowing and wondering who’s playing to me and wondering what global influence I have or wondering how much I’m manifesting it all. When people die in sad tragic ways it becomes a bit of a burden. But it is always better to laugh than to cry. Like when John Oliver blamed Oprah for Trump because “it was like “The Secret” was real and it worked for one person, and unfortunately it was him.”

Who knows what’s really going on in the world?

"Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the Shadow
  For Thine is the Kingdom

Between the conception
And the creation
Between the emotion
And the response
Falls the Shadow
  Life is very long

Between the desire
And the spasm
Between the potency
And the existence
Between the essence
And the descent
Falls the Shadow
  For Thine is the Kingdom"  

T. S. Elliot
All hail King Geda!