Comrades,
"Oh, my dear old
Donald, what is it that you've done this time?" DJ Trump! is
having paroxysms after being told he can't postpone his own
re-election...I'll give him one thing, tho' - the Master of
Spasticity is quite mesmerizing, which probably accounts for his
enormous popularity:
It's a lucky thing for
the Miracle of Democracy that the putrid red herring the
Trumpotus threw out there was viewed with distaste on both sides
of the aisle, who rejected out of hand the unprecedented - now
there's an overused word in these uncertain and difficult times
- idea of postponing a US Presidential election. Let's face it,
it doesn't matter how crooked! rigged! fraudulent! dishonest! ridiculous! the
poll is. In the all the history of all the world, all elections are, in
one way or another. Vote buying, ballot stuffing, bagmen on the
take, polling stations burnt to
the ground, no ballot papers to be found, a legion of
dead folks voting, strong arm tactics, ballot boxes found in dumpsters,
endless arguments about counting
irregularities, stand over men, one-armed voting
machines, my God! even just the concept of mail-in-voting and every other electoral
hanky panky in the book - and much more - are all par for
the course here, and the Bozo in Chief knows it. At least
there's no shady preference deals in this one, but it all goes
way back. Even Ol' George Washington lost his first run for
elected office, a seat in the Virginia Assembly in 1755, because
he failed to provide enough booze to lure the required number of
punters to the polling stations. He didn't make that mistake
again, delivering 144 gallons of rum, punch, cider and wine to
the booths the next time round, winning a vote for about every
half gallon of lunatic soup. That's not to mention other
candidates who were allegedly heard to thump tubs and shout
"free hams for everyone!". So what if the pure fantasy of
millions of people voting while ineligible comes true? There sure as hell are millions of eligible voters who
can't/couldn't-be-fucked-to/won't-on-principle
cast a ballot, with voter turnout historically pushing it to
make 50%. It's trite to say that Uncle Joe will win in a canter,
if only he can turn out the "black vote". We've all heard of Jim
Crow, but ask any voter of colour in The South just how
difficult it is to register and then find a way to get to and
then be allowed into a polling station let alone anywhere near a
ballot box, even to this day - widespread systematic black voter
disenfranchisement is institutionalised in The South. There is
no such thing as a Federal Electoral Commission, it's all down
to each individual state while the actual mechanics of voting
are handled on a county level of which there are 3,141, and
they're all different. The POTUS has zero control over it. In
theory. Chaos theory. And The Donald loves nothing more than
chaos and control. The time-honoured divide and rule principal.
Never mind "Build That Wall", the Orange Bloke from Twitter campaigned in 2016 on a "jobs and growth" platform which has now long exited the poop shooter in a grand fashion and glooped down the s-bend due to the current difficulties. In a perfect world The Donald would be cactus three months out from the election, just on the strength of tens of millions of unemployed alone, who unfortunately for the DJ! - do still have the vote. By rights, a Drover's Dog could be the next President of the US if the 'Never Trumpers' had their way. But don't count yr chickens - stranger things have happened - and we all know what they are. Hillary? Is anyone listening to the deplorables? Fanatical supporters of The Donald are rusted on so hard even WD40 won't shift 'em. But it struck me the other day just how far up shit creek the paddleless incumbent is, with death, misery, and deprivation all around him when a news flash came through on the Bush Telegraph in the corner of the lounge room with the ticker-tape reading that California had become the first state to register more than half a million novel corona virus infections. To put it in perspective, Australia's only just gone past 18,000 cases. California has a population of 40 million, Australia 25 million - you do the math. If the great city of Melbourne, in all its glorious squalor and godlessness, is now considered a "disaster zone", what then of America? Pushing a quarter of a million fatalities by the first Tuesday after the first Monday in November? That's not at all fanciful thinking given the exponential nature of the plague. It's a massacre. The Boomer Remover has well & truly replaced the Grim Reaper.
Nelson Mandela Memorial Lecture, 19 July, 2020.
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