I within I, I as one, universal I, plural eyes… Isn’t there more than meets the I ? When misunderstood, I sighs. For, while I can, I cannot be. Not fully. Therein the mystery of I lies. In its refutation, their madness, which they make collective. On most occasions, it’s either I or the other, the other or I, never I and I, it seems. But what is the other to I ? And what is the other without an I opener ? They are the loneliness. Both to others and themselves. There they are, gone by tomorrow, in the blink of an I. Yet, beyond that I, sheer nothingness. I as a diktat, resonating as a catastrophic We.
The solitude in I, I welcome as a lie. And I see I to I with those who either I are all too tempted to deny. Fragile I creating for the greater I; high and mighty I, who speaks for all without ever I attempting to suppress. Universal I for each and every I alone…
One can easily go through life and need little more than either one or the other of those apparently infantile but actually infinitely complex binary codes.
One could talk for hours about superfluous civilizational constructs or hold snobbishly elaborate conversations that would exceed said double binarity, but to what end if, with it, all is said which needs to be ?…
Such is the otherworldly beauty of those key binary prompts that both both emanate from and ultimately dissolve into one single superior command, known by every distinguished mind as “Woof !”
According to its own figures, The Green Party had 31 candidates running for the U.S. House of Reps. in 2020. With 41 votes (or 0.012 % of the vote, in Missouri’s 5th district), Antwain Winters became the unlucky green nadir of that cycle, whereas Michael E. Kerr became its green zenith, with 15.697 votes (or 7.4 % of the vote, in California’s 11th district). Unsurprisingly (given the more progressive nature of its electorate and the fact it is therefore anything but a swing state), CA is where the party made its biggest harvest that year.
October 7, 2024 : during a White House press conference, Joe Biden vanishes into thin air in what appears to be a case of spontaneous human combustion, although some astute observers suspect a MAGA alien intervention. James Comer convenes a special session of the House Oversight Committee, during which retired major David Grusch stuns everyone by claiming : “We’ve indeed witnessed some strange alien activity inside the GOP war room for the past few months”… Kamala Harris throws a huge party.
October 19, 2024 : Donald Trump suffocates while eating a burger. Sources present at the scene have confirmed the former president’s ultimate statement was a huge fart – one “like no one had ever heard before”, to quote one of them, “next to which Rudolph’s double salvo during a 2020 Michigan State House hearing was a polite interjection”.
Both parties are in disarray : the dem barons are all out to get Kamala in order to secure their own place under the Sun, while Christie and DeSantis agree to an old-school pistol duel at the Lincoln Memorial.
October 27, 2024 : a giant hologram of Jesus appears in several places across the U.S.. “This Is Your Leader”, it says, before morphing into Cornel West. Experts are immediately called to the scene(s), but their findings, as well as both radar and satellite imagery, are conclusive : in none of the instances was there any know physical source to explain the phenomenon.
The Country is in shock. Evangelicals in all major state capitals promptly organize huge mixed-race oecumenic gatherings. There are calls to put Matt Dillahunty and a few other obscurantists behind bars. Popular fervor cannot be contained; for the first time since Mickey Mouse, the Country is one !
November 6, 2024 : Cornel West is the first black Jesus to become president-elect in the history of the United States (That other black ‘man’ who came before him was more of a djinn…).
Now what ?
What’s he gon do ?
That cheap alien trick may have convinced the populace, but ‘killing Jesus’ has been the swamp’s very raison d’être since the beginning of time. In fact, enthused by the prospect, Addison Mitchell has resumed his daily gym routine.
As a result, Black Jesus is stuck. They’re all after him now, and there’s no way he can pass any kind of legislation. Jill Ellen has an epiphany : “Damn, that’s right !”, she says to herself, “ in order to govern, you need a majority, or at least a sizable minority. Why didn’t I think of that before ?” But then, she has a second epiphany : “Oh right, because I wanted a good show…”.
This, not even the commies could see coming. They remembered their August 18, 2023 column, and thought : “Were we wrong ?… No, we weren’t ! We were right ! Communism is always right !”
“We vindicated Trotsky against Thälmann : we’ve never called our democratic comrades “social fascists”, we fought “the brown plague”. And, just like everyone else, we embraced the Cult of Personality any presidential election produces. As one, we stood behind our Glorious Union Leader. And now this…”
By then, Black Jesus knew : “I shouldn’t have become a poster boy, like all the others. That’s what the game expected me to be. I should have devoted at least 50 % of my campaign rallies and T.V. interviews to getting a dozen green candidates or so elected to Congress”.
“I should have instigated my own October surprise by announcing I’ve never considered politics to be a one-man show, withdrawing from the race and imploring all voters to interpret the aliens’ message as me leading them out of the Cult…
I would have proved all the “Spoiler !” cry-babies wrong, the aliens would have resuscitated Biden, and the Green party would now have a comfortable blocking minority. Of course, Biden could still have circumvented it, but the more he would have, the more he would have allied with Addison Mitchell, the bigger that minority would have become over time.”
“If only I had listened to my momma…”, West told Chris Hedges, “she visited me in my dreams, you know. And, each time, she said the same damn thing, but I just couldn’t figure it out : “Read that blog post, Cornel !” she said…”
At first, you think it’s an anaphora. But it isn’t : there’s a narrative ‘now’ (1, 2 and 6), a concessive ‘now’ (3) and an exhortative ‘now’ (4 and 5), all living under the same roof, with a factual mistake right in the middle. Had it been an exhortative anaphora, it would have been much more powerful…
Instead, what is this ? Well, it sure looks like a set of confused notes to self while dropping the kids off at the pool (which even a “Dr.” has to do), doesn’t it ?
Can do better, but it’s a good start. A few more turds down the drain, and we might even get to know what it is
and what kind of concrete backdoor commitments the Empire has made to the rebels for the four coming years…
Yannick Baele 
Vous devez être connecté pour poster un commentaire.