As a scholar of the US Constitution, Donald J. Trump is a wonderful bartender. But that is quite all right. Given what seems to be the mood of voters this presidential election year, the Nation seems more disposed to want to vent to its bartender, as a secular priest presiding over a bibulous secular confessional, than to deal calmly, seriously, and rationally with actual policy issues of war, peace, and poverty. Those hundreds of thousands of people depicted in Leni Riefenstahl's Triumph of the Will were probably not gathered for a seminar on the relationship between the poetry of Schiller and German idealism, either. Similarly, as a Nation, we seem to want to feel more than to think. So Trump is probably much more simpatico with today’s neo-Weimarian Zeitgeist than I: don’t listen, j
I know that it’s not my place to tell
But listening to you is a little piece of hell
You talk on and on about things I don’t care about
Everything you say I can’t help but doubt
I hope all of this is over soon.
You’re starting to sound like a goon
Do you believe the words you say?
It seems like your opinions are changing every day.
I’m confused about it all
And I’m afraid on your own pride you will fall
I guess you’ll have one more chance
To win your victory dance.
Inspired by the election primaries, no particular candidate
We know what the candidates we believe in think about the issues we care about. If we don’t, it often leads to feelings like I expressed in my poem. Be very clear about who the candidates are and what they are saying about the matters that matte
From confidential academic sources, I have received an advance photocopy of the priceless and exquisitely fragile original manuscript of Sarah Palin's endorsement of Donald Trump, and -- after having spent countless hours over a hot keyboard and cold bourbon laboriously translating the text, often only marginally legible, from its original Aramaic and Syriac languages -- present herewith an annotated commentary on same, together with textual apparatus in aid of translating the text to modern colloquial English from the much more recondite semantic, syntactical, and semiotic conventions of archaic, middle-Bronze-Age GOPspeak. In order to preserve confidentiality, I must regretfully refrain from thanking the many people who materially assisted me ... with the notable of exception of my f