I am behind in my Comment of the Day postings by two or three, and was trying to decide which to post first. After the previous post, the answer became obvious.
Fattymoon is a teacher, an idealist, an activist and an intellectual as well as an honest, sincere and occasionally bitter and disillusioned man. We met here on the blog back when I was criticizing a movement he strongly supported, Occupy Wall Street. Like a few other regular visitors to Ethics Alarms—not nearly enough—who have remained civil, provocative and predictably adversarial at the same time, he has been a font of thoughtful lateral thinking with a heavy dose of whimsy.
I was startled that his response to one of my posts about the ethics black hole that is Donald Trump sparked this reaction from Fatty:
Me, I’m watching this farce unfold from the sidelines and I’m laughing my ass off.
To which I replied,
How, exactly, are you on the sidelines? Doesn’t it bother you, accepting for the hell of it that such a thing is possible, that an entire generation is on the way up and the nation and world isn’t on the sidelines?
Here is Fattymoon’s response, and the Comment of the Day, to the post, From The Signature Significance Files: Trump And The Teleprompter. Seriously, How Can You Even Consider Voting For A Guy Like This:
No, it doesn’t bother me one iota, Jack. I lost all faith in presidential politics, and politics in general, when Obama failed to live up to his promises/my expectations. I consider him a traitor of the first magnitude. I would rather have seen him stand up to Wall Street and other Bush atrocities and pay for it with his life than what actually went down during his presidency. At least he would have died an honorable man.
You pissed me off when you denigrated the Occupy movement, of which I was a part.
You piss me off when you denigrate Bernie Sanders.
I applaud you for tackling the Trump train, but your efforts are ineffective.
If you recall, I supported Trump until he advocated torture. I loved the way he threw monkey wrenches into the system. I love reading his hourly tweets. And I know the man for what he is. A shaman of the highest order. Is he a dark shaman? I don’t know.
Truth is, you, and the populace in general, deserve whatever you get. Why? Because for too many years you’ve voted in lying liars. (I don’t include myself since I only voted twice for president, McGovern and Obama.) To this very day I call for armed revolution and don’t give a fuck who knows it. Maybe Homeland Security will make me a return visit at one in the morning. But, this time, I ain’t inviting them in. Ain’t got no guns. No drugs. I’m perfectly legal. They’re gonna have to break the door down.
Just writing all this pisses me the hell off.
You and others wanta stop the Trump train? Then do it. Whatever it takes. Do it. Play dirty if you have to. (Yeah, I know, ETHICS stands in the way.)
Me, I just don’t care. The very stupid populace brought this shitstorm upon themselves. And, just maybe, there’s nothing anyone can do to stop it.
Ya know, I had a near death experience in 2011. Let me quote what I was told…
“The news had begun, so I knew it was some time after 4 p.m.. As I listened to NPR’s “All Things Considered” I realized
that, as I lay dying, the world was exploding. I caught the distressed undertone in the reporters’ voices, a catch in the throat, as it were, as they reported on the flash points in the Middle East, the flooding along the Mississippi, the demonstrations, the misuse of power, the senseless killing. The dream I’d had the night before — I was repeatedly putting
out fires in the kitchen — was an indicator of world events as well as thestate of my own psyche.
There was a voice. It said I was being given a gift. I could leave now and avoid all the insanely bad shit queued up in Earth’s timeline. I liked the idea. Just go and be done with it. Like rolling off a log… that peaceful,
(I decided that, no, I didn’t want to die just then because my wife would come home and discover me dead on the couch and that would freak her out and there was still stuff I wanted to do, so I argued and cajoled until I was blue in the face.)
“At some point there was an imperceptible shift, accompanied by a final message which went something like this — Oy! Alright then. I’m tired of your whining. You don’t wanna go, so stay here already. Meshugana! My body slowly inflated. My pants leg ballooned to human form. I was back.”
So now the shitstorm. Can it be stopped? I don’t know. But I know one thing. It will take something big, something unexpected, to stop it. And, honestly, I just don’t see it in the cards.