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BARNUM’S BIG TENT; Oblique Notes on Socio-political Ping Pong

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Suckers and Circuses––America the Big Ring, how many distractions? When P.T. said their was a sucker born every minute, he really did not disdain the suckers, but sougt to give the many suckers a place of inclusion,  how to form a commodity expressly for them. How to bring the sucker into the mainstream and thus turn sukerism into the primary focus for all commodity exchange was something he made necessary, so to speak. This was native to his intelligence as it had been formed by a society and culture adaptive to the art of creating artificial needs, creating a market for whatever it was at hand that could only be sold to suckers, the many suckers there who were waiting to be formed as a market; the art of selling a set of evaluations that in turn values what no one really needs. How to put pretty bows on shit is not exactly what he did, but is what we have been doing for a long, long time, all in continuum with Barnum, All commodity exchange in America under his Big Tent.

From a recent past . . . I had been given these transcribed pages by a friend who had been given them by another friend who had done the transcribing of  them from papers his brother’s friend had found among the papers of his father’s youngest brother who had died suddenly in an auto accident. They were hand written, both the original pages and the transcribed pages, the later of which I transcribed and published herein herewith, as much as these words we do not know if had been intended as fiction or non-fiction, even if the content is in itself factually drawn––what then is not in any fiction? Verisimilitude rules, no?:

[. . .] the President’s wife spent 10 million dollars of whose money on 42 days of vacation last year, someone told me, I forget whom, where, what was I doing?

I was sitting in a cafe having a coffee and croissant, watching people pass to and fro, reading a newspaper, something I had not been doing for a very long time, that is, regularly, daily––how could I in a nation where only six corporations run more than 90% of all media––these United States disgust my political senses––I am revolted . . . quite revolutionary?  [Nothing less than 300000 heads has become a mantra among those I have been socializing with lately and frequently.]

Yet . . . tell me now––what is it that I do ask herein? I want to know how and why she did as she did––that is, how was she able? More importantly, though, is the question: When will we ever get fed up? Michelle, our belle? Not likely. [ The Presidency has captured the worst of reality TV? Not exactly––Trump? ]

However, as fat as we are––and gluttony is more ravenous in America––of course, we are gluttons for stupidity, for idiocy, for foolishness, as much as we are for being obese. Yes, we are gluttons as much as each one of us is hungry to remain the sucker Barnum knew was born every minute. But Barnum’s watch was nowhere near as sophisticated as are ours . . . we have, in sub-dividing our foolery, increased the profits of our idiocy. [ Doesn’t a moderate amount of fat- shaming go a long way to helping people get healthy? ]




Not likely?

One would hope so, but hope against hope is not a way I pass the time of day, as so many of my contemporaries have been doing for how long I shudder to count.

Would Laura Bush get the pass Michelle Obama does? I am asking. There is rhetoric in every choice of diction, in the syntax used; however, the question here is not rhetorical, so answer it. But you know she would not––another way the mainstream media plays a propaganda function by dividing perceptions they know are clear to see, but easily denied by those for whom the denial would be opportunistically advantageous, at least in their rhetorical stances. Macchiavelli is shaking his head, Of course, of course; yes, yes, of course!

It has been known for a very long time, that most print and broadcast media moguls are Democrats–what else are they mostly, if not members of the power and monied elites, brokers in influence, helpmates in maintaining charismatic authority? I am not as certain of this last assertion, not yet. I need to think it through.

This Democratic membership is not a matter of liberal versus conservative, though, but how far to the right one tends to allow himself to go . . . what policies will get supported toward what fundamentally conservative end which will only ever be about serving Power or Money. Which one or ones from among the elite get served by the policies of State is the question; to be a supporter of the State or not to be one, that is everyone’s question who wishes a few more crumbs from the table of State dole––this of course is rooted in my argument of The Public versus the People, and a clear definition of each role a person can play in any society, but particularly this one, our very dis-united America.

I do wonder if race does not play an inordinate role in how news gets disseminated, a primary motivation behind our choices to say or not to say in our critiques. I know that in my work, the fact that I am a man, a white man, a Catholic, and Italian-American are all, or individually, prime focuses in all responses to me and about me from the women I work with, for or around. I am initially treated with suspicion or derision or confusion or misunderstanding.

I see and feel that I am scrutinized by my bosses, who are women, in ways I would not be if I were another woman, or a person of color; and that is something I understand clearly in all actions toward me, in the self betrayals when their diction about Italians or Catholics or Blue collar are not self policed because they forget, not seeing me as they would if I were a person of color; so do not go and tell me I cannot understand when a Black man says he is either under the Gaze in a way others are not, or that he is invisible in the minds of others when out of sight, or just in the oblique. That is because I understand that in ways my bosses will never. My current boss has on several occasions already taken the opportunity to chastise me in emails that she has intentionally or unconsciously on purpose sent to every one of my colleagues, which is in effect harassment, yet she has no clue that that is what it is. She operates as if she can with impunity do as she has done to me, something she has not done to anyone else, and that becomes part of the pattern of contempt.

I also know that if I were a woman making these claims inversely, accordingly, they would be treated seriously. They would be accepted without question, without reservation, by most who claim they are members of the liberal establishment; the only problem is that most of the liberal establishment is really either conservative or reactionary, the latter exactly in the way left-wing reactionaries like to parade as radicals.

In fact, if I were a woman, or gay or a person of color, I wouldn’t need nearly the evidence or the incidence for my bosses and their bosses to take seriously the claims I make.

They would be acted on with impunity; however, inversely, for me, they are ignored. And right here I can hear the echo’s of “Bullshit!” as much as I can feel the contempt and the condescension; yet mostly from those too ignorant to know how semi-literate, a-historical and manipulated we have become, en-masse . . . ah, the ping pong Americans love to play with slogans and received ideas.

When will the chickens come home to roost? I have asked.

My one warning is something a friend of mine had said . . .

You really don’t want to keep alienating men like me, men who could support many of the Left’s causes better and more articulately than too many of multiculti’s semi-literates,  because if you do, pushing us to where we feel our backs up against a wall facing your revilement and contempt because you have bought into the marketed politics that White people are a monolith of shared privilege and gain, you will find that out of self preservation to avoid your contempt and retribution, we will join the lunatics with the rifles, and then you will have no one to face the ugliness of the Right because you will be too full of shit and insipid to do anything you know I would be willing to do. And they will not remain on a fence––again, they will join the lunatics with the rifles. Only out of self-preservation.

The last thing you want is for White People to become a monolith with one cause and one interest. That’s not even in my interest––if you really want to know. There are a lot more non-white caucasians than your systematically undermined semi-literacy can handle by the cliches and slogans you play ping-pong with, all the while you entertain yourselves with games of hop-scotch with Truth and Knowledge, metaphysical veracities you have convinced yourselves are fictions, never having understood that even fictions are bearers of Truth.

Written by jvr

November 18, 2019 at 10:20 am

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