Halloween is upon us again and it happens to be before the next Most important election in history. The sacred ritual of the democracy ghouls, when the imperial citizens of the United States vote for their executive, though other candidates exist it is relegated to two lesser evils, depending on your perspectives. Around Halloween people love evil things but during the election season, evil is a thing of romantic lusts.
Far away in the miserable wastes of war shivers a family, one in too many, hungry and frightened each night and day as death lurks nearby they hope for a reprieve. Killers in government uniforms or those with aspirations to be such, prey and rule with violence, many of the weapons and ammunition used to kill, the proudly stamped MADE IN THE USA. Or perhaps a terrorist did something to upset Uncle Sam so that family now must suffer the wrath of the American people, drones, Tomahawks or boots on the ground trampling them to death. That family and the many others have no representation, they are meaningless. Just human beings without a magical passport, forfeit because of where they were born.
That family like many others can be burned alive, crushed, shot, raped, tortured, starved, drowned, turned to dust. Their pain and intimate moments of terror don’t matter. “It happens” we are assured, part of the witches brew that is foreign policy. Happens to them. Despite the heraldry of progressive thinking or the faith of conservative belief, there is a segregation on this planet. A racism, a supremacy, they are not Gods children, but sub-humans. They do not belong inside the borders or part of the exclusive groups, they were born over their in the frontiers of empire, in the buffer zones of violence. At best they are statistics, collateral, the forgotten.
To paraphrase the film, A Time to Kill, imagine that family. See them. Think about them. But now imagine that they are Americans. Or even Australian, French or English. Whatever helps you to relate. Do they matter now? Imagine they were New Yorkers on that sacred September morning in 2001, are they significant then?
Do they even know it’s Christmas? Would you? Heal the world, make it a better place…for who? You? The rabid mob of voters?
Back to the candidates in waiting.
Donald Trump seems to appeal to many with calloused hands, a lot of men who spend their days working, building, keeping the world going through hard work. He is relatable, as much as a billionaire can be. He comes across as a man who talks to his chauffeur, hangs with professional fighters and listens to them, the kind of man who would want to go spend a day in a McDonald’s to work because he likes the food. For all his talk of swamp draining, he certainly helped to fill it but he mentioned the swamp and to many people, not just Americans the “swamp” is a concern. But Trump just seems to want to be the most famous person in the world.
To those who scream through the Facebook or exist in the bubble of androgynous offices these are things that don’t matter. On construction sites, as I dig trenches alongside migrants and old bigots, shake hands with delivery drivers from all over the world and share sweat on the mats with prize fighters, I notice most of them have a nuanced understanding of the world than those who remain cocooned inside the air conditioned bubbles of funding and bureaucratic importance. To them Donald Trump passes the beer test. Just like a Bob Hawke once could, he is flawed but funny and says things that at times relates or just upsets those who they hate most.
For those who don’t know the people in the periphery, they are struggling. The harder they work the more they are punished. Regulations, nanny state, surveillance, censorship, prohibitions, taxation these are things that those dirty calloused hand people who you may only come across when you need your tyres changed or to keep your toilet flushing care about. Trump blusters his way into their hearts with words that seem sincere, to them that is seductive. Whether he does any of those things, is unlikely but at least he acknowledges those sorts of things.
His candidate opponents, not just Kamala but Biden, Clinton and even those he defeated way back in the Republican primaries may as well be the reptiles of Ickean fantasies. They are flab suits that live the life of insincere politics. Handlers and teleprompters feeding them lines just to thank a stranger for holding the door open for them. Assuming they even notice such a person at all. But the mob seems to adore politicians. They become an effigy to blame and hate whenever government betrays, fails or simply does what it does.
The politician is replaceable, they are part of the micro percent of government that does change around election time while the vast majority remain the same. They exist and do regardless of who the mob elects to blame. The elected may profit with status, glory, ego and materialistically but they never really change government that much. Rebels don’t seek politics, they don’t ascend the ranks of the state, revolutionaries may over throw regimes so that they become the tyrants but not rebels. Politics rewards failure and morally weak human beings. Though most people claim to know this, so they vote anyhow.
While Kamala stumbles each and every answer, even soft ball questions like, “how are you?” The most honest answer she ever gave was, “I’m not his daughter.” Trump talks with a sincerity that only a man with tremendous ego and self belief could, while she is insulated by the establishment of American politics. She was a cop after all. Trump is protected by the cult of his fans, but above all his own hubris. Kamala encapsulates the privilege of tenacious failure while Trump the privilege of good luck and maybe charm.
Everybody Knows that the dice are loaded, everybody rolls with their fingers crossed. Everybody knows the war is over, everybody knows the good guys lost.
That’s how it goes. But everybody knows. Whether they pretend to or not, maybe they care or they don’t but everybody seems to know. So now elections are to be based on a candidate not being the other person, spite voting and hate guides the ballot. Or as some claim they vote defensively. They vote to stave off government for those extra few inches of freedom, voting for the candidate that doesn’t seem to want to squeeze them to death. Or, in this modern liberal democracy of welfare and government corporate employment, they vote for whoever bribes the best and ‘gives’ them ‘free’ stuff. It is all rather perverse. The black magic of Halloween.
Come around all interested, a warlock and witch, both will be granted super magic powers once they endure the ritualistic cycle, the election process. Then, they have the powers of democracy. They have the legal power to assassinate, execute, blow up cities, starve populations, kill, murder, kill, murder, kill…kill…..the mob gave them this power. The many councils of wizards and alchemists will steer their decisions but these two are the future figures, of the United States and because we live in a monopolar world, for all of us. In Australia the US election is realistically more important than anything local especially in the instances of foreign policy, the nonce’s that the Aussie mob clamours for all agree in most key areas, more government, support the American emprie.
Dutton or Albanese, both are boring and unimaginative men who would be avoided at a social gathering if it was not for their narcissistic laziness at persisting with politics and in their government careers, they would not be exceptional. Only over time through hanging around like a terrible smell, people soon accept and even become fond of out of nostalgia for do such stinking men, to some they seem charming. In the end, they both agree on most things. Little changes outside of the facades and frequency of funding. But above all else, they ensure that Australia remains obedient. Pine Gap, AUKUS. whatever war comes next they will pledge the Diggers and the land mass of the continent at the service of Uncle Sam. The Aussie mob loves them for it so long as they are gorged on real estate and welfare and currency debasement. So Aussies pay attention, they like Trump or hate him because he is Trump and they like Kamala or hate her because she isn’t Trump.
One old timer I was labouring with summed it up this way, “Trump seems less likely to drag us into another American war. He seems like he would rather do business than war.” That is how the US is summed up, by war. It’s obsession with mass murder and imperial exceptionalism. A candidates singular perk is that they are less likely to start a new war. And this is so very normal that it’s said with a straight face.
George Foreman once said of Razor Ruddock before his loss to Lennox Lewis, that we should be careful of a fighter who is revered by his losses. Ruddock had lost twice to Mike Tyson, both entertaining fights. When it comes to political candidates we should be wary of one who runs by not being the other person. But I am not political, merely an atheist who watches on and tries to understand the religions of others. This violent, repulsive and deadly religion of government, especially the sect of liberal democracy is quite perverse and would be comical if not for the fact that we are all forced to suffer it and must obey the violent zealots and their paid goons who enforce it.
This Halloween think about the ghouls, witches and wizards. Those who dance before you and pretend to be like you. To relate to you. But don’t see them as monsters, they are very much human beings. That’s precisely the point. They are just human beings. Not gods, not saints, not demons. Just human beings. Maybe the monster is in the mirror, along with the many other irresponsible and unaccountable members of the mob who claim to be powerless but only ever march to towards power, one bribe and threat at a time. It is Halloween after all, have fun. That family, they die all the same. So nothing changes for them much in the end. And dear American friends, that truly is exceptional to the bitter end.
