All this mass psychoanalyzing of the voting populace, with seers, tea-leaf readers, palmists and op-ed columnists trying to divine why the citizenry elected L’il Duce has thus far missed the point. First off, the citizenry really didn’t at all elect him — the Electoral College will despite Hillary Clinton winning the popular vote by +200,000. That’s a topic for another day. But, acc’d’g to the rules of our game, he’s the winner, so we have to grin and bear it.
Only I won’t be grinning and I’ll bear this…, well, not at all.
Anyway, the topic of the day is Why Did the Nation Vote As It Did?
The one, single most important factor is never really discussed and that’s this: Tens of millions of people voted for L’il Duce because he was a TV star. That’s it. Put your slide rules away, sociologists. Turn off your scanning electron microscopes, cultural anthropologists. And pack up your Smith-Coronas, all you wits and wags. The reality television-addicted populace knew L’il Duce as the star of The Apprentice and that was good enough for them. TV — or the movies — makes anything real to most folks. Had George C. Scott opted to run for president in 1972, the only reason he wouldn’t have won would have been because a huge swath of America would have written in “Patton,” instead.
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You think people read candidates’ position papers? That they scour the news magazines and gather ’round the old console RCA to listen to learned observers and investigative journalists discuss the pros and cons of this candidate and that one? Nope. They watch mind-numbing television and come away convinced that what they’re looking through is a window to the real world. On TV, Trump was bold, resolute, commanding, almost kingly in his mien. That is what we want in a president. And that, thanks to tens of millions of us who’ve been anencephalized by the flat screen, is what we’ve got now.
You want to bash Hillary Clinton for blowing this thing? Fine, hold her feet to the fire because she didn’t have the foresight enough to star in a reality vehicle entitled The Public Servant.
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Big Talk Thursday
Tune in late this afternoon to the WFHB Daily Local News. My guest on Big Talk, the regular Thursday feature on the DLN, will be Margaret Taylor, proprietor of the Book Corner. She’ll tell us how the independent bookseller got its start here in Bloomington and, while she’s at it, fill us in on a bit of local history as well.
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Tomorrow, I’ll post the link to the feature podcast as well as the complete, original recorded interview with Margaret.
As for next week, my guest probably will be Ross Gay. He’s in, but has yet to commit to a taping appointment. Stayed tuned for developments.
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Too Late
Corporate journalists at last are refraining from pulling punches when writing about the incoming president of this holy land. Take this line from CNN’s story yesterday afternoon about what L’il Duce‘s victory means for Barack Obama’s legacy:
… [T]he first African-American president will stand on the inaugural platform next to Donald Trump, who stoked divisions and preyed on people’s racist fears, including through lies and insinuations about Obama himself.
Well, whaddya know? Heaven forbid CNN or any of the other for-profit news peddlers around the nation would have described the Trump phenomenon in such stark terms before this worst-case scenario was thrust upon us.
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My Mind Races
A few more impressions as I attempt to scrub the fallout from Black Tuesday’s mushroom cloud off my seared skin and soul:
‣ As of late Wed. eve., I was beginning to feel as though my world was no longer spinning out of control. One thing that helped was the call for me to straighten out a friend who had fallen into a deep, morose funk over the triumph of L’il Duce. Other friends said we each had a responsibility to help others through this emo-morass. So I made it my biz to get back into the swing of life — and to tell my pal in no uncertain terms that he had to hold his head up, or else.
‣ One of my little mind tricks was, essentially, to begin looking at the presidency as something quite a bit less important than I’d viewed it before Nov. 8, 2016. Helping in that effort was the very fact that the president-elect has, himself, diminished the office in a way never before seen on these shores.
‣ As for the Murrican people, I will never, ever, ever again be shocked by the sheer stupidity of the masses of them. Someone quoted H.L. Mencken:
As democracy is perfected, the office of president represents, more and more closely, the inner soul of the people. On some great and glorious day the plain folks of the land will reach their heart’s desire at last and the White House will be adorned by a downright moron.
So, acc’d’g to Mencken’s lights, the American democracy is now perfect.
‣ The drive home from Democratic Party county headquarters, where I covered the proceedings for WFHB radio Tuesday night, was made bearable only when I slipped Nick Drake’s Pink Moon disc into the CD slot. Drake’s simple vocals and complicated chord structures relaxed me as a drug would.
‣ For a brief few hours, I found I couldn’t have cared less about my beloved Cubs’ World Series triumph a mere week ago. What I perceived at the time as a life-changing event was transformed, against my will, into nothing more than another sports score. It is indeed nothing more than that but for a fleeting few days I was able to pretend it took on a significance far and away above. Sometimes, pretending helps us get through the long, baffling day.
‣ I’ve been trying to imagine a more unlikely, risible president than the incoming L’il Duce. What in this world could be a crazier idea than that of D. Trump becoming the leader of the free world and commander-in-chief of the most powerful military the planet has ever seen. From the Left, Michael Moore? Jon Stewart? Stephen Colbert? No, not a one of them would make the dubbing of Trump seem relatively rational. How about from the Right? Glenn Beck? Alex Jones? Joe Arpaio? Uh-uh. We have hit the nadir, babies.
