Sire's Final Battle: My Case For Trump Being On The Ballot In The Twilight Zone Keeping Trump Off Of The Ballot Won't Hide The Warts ROHN KENYATTA JAN 24. https://open.substack.com/pub/rohnkenyatta/p/sires-final-battle-my-case-for-trump?r=1izlr0&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web

 

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Sire's Final Battle: My Case For Trump Being On The Ballot In The Twilight Zone

Keeping Trump Off Of The Ballot Won't Hide The Warts

ROHN KENYATTA

JAN 24

 

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Course: Revelation: The Final Battle

To some, this article begins with frivolity. Perhaps even a mild dose of silliness. Humor is not, and never has been, my strong suit. Besides that fact it is not my intent, predicated upon the former, to be frivolous or silly and I am duly aware that the proverbial road to hell is paved with intentions of some type. Nonetheless, there is nothing wrong with a smile should you briefly acquire one during the course of this journey. If there is one to be had, it will come early on in the trip.

Hell has already been invoked and however frivolous this document begins, I trust it’s conclusion will take you to a much different place. You have read the headline and, rightfully so, are desirous of me getting into the substance of that headline given circumstances; and I most certainly will. Be that as it may, I must first slightly digress for a moment to speak on one of my intellectual idols: Rod Serling. Please remain cognizant of my previous italicization of the words different place.

The Twilight Zone: A Different Place

When I was a child my absolute favorite television show was The Twilight Zone. The show began years before my birth and its last season would mark my entrance into this world. As a boy, man, adult and quasi-intellectual, I have always abhorred television, with very sparse exceptions. The Twilight Zone was one of them; and this was the case since I was a very small boy just starting school. Half a century later, the show is still in syndication. 

Rod Serling was one of  greatest writers the United States has ever produced. And since the writer, by mandate, is required to think (whether she/he wants to or not) Serling is one of the greatest thinkers and intellectuals the United States has ever produced. For reasons I cannot explain, I have always had an affinity for him, along with Mark Twain. A curious quirk, no doubt.

Rod Serling was a rather diminutive man in terms of physical stature, yet he possessed an intellect that was the size of Mt. Everest. He was considered television’s angry young man, as well as being a former boxer and paratrooper. Rod Serling was one of the radical new voices that minted the “Golden Age” of television. He was most noted for his screenwriting and ominous, black suited, cigarette puffing prologue on The Twilight Zone.

The Twilight Zone featured intellectually challenging transcendental forays into controversial grounds like racism, hypocrisyCold War paranoia and the horrors of war. Serling’s non-conformist, cognitively and socially independent, won’t kiss ass attitude eventually drove him from regular network television. He died a relatively young man at the age of 50. In short, the stress of thought and being unable to turn his brain off brought about his physical demise.

My favorite episode of the Twilight Zone is one I first saw when I was about nine years old, and starred an old British actor named Sebastion Cabot. In the episode a gangster commits a robbery and is running from the police in a foot pursuit. As he flees he makes a wrong turn, gets trapped and dies in the ensuing gunfight.

The man awakens and is confused because he remembers being mortally ventilated by lead yet, somehow, he is alive. He visibly surveys his unfamiliar surroundings and finds himself in quite an opulent room. As he scans the room there is a man (Cabot) smartly dressed in a white suit. Now remember our friend is a thug and a hostile one, so he immediately goes into his tough-guy bit with the gentleman. The gentleman explains that he is there to serve the man; and that he could have anything he wanted.

The man does what one might expect, given his ilk. He requests “broads,” he goes gambling, he requests the finest threads, food, booze and song. However, it didn’t take too long before the guy got bored from having whatever he wanted whenever he wanted it. Eventually, he tells the man, his concierge if you will, that he doesn’t like it “here.” He goes on further to express puzzlement that an anal orifice such as himself could end up in heaven and tells the gentleman “I want to go to the other place!” Cabot looks at him and expectorates the most evil laugh one could imagine as horns slowly begin to protrude out of the top of his head and he says to the man “this is the other place!”

Now let us begin our journey in earnest, or shall I say “trip.”

Trippin’ On Trump

The mere fact that the statement I am about to make will cause many to jump to conclusions and/or become upset is the very reason it is a valid statement. One that I am compelled to make because it is true and that is this: Donald Trump is one of the most fascinating political figures in history. From a political science perspective, what makes him fascinating is how incredibly vile he is along with how incredibly popular he is. He is burlesque to the point of being mesmerizing; similar to the feeling one might get watching a train wreck in slow motion or a multi-vehicle pileup on the 405 at rush hour.

Trump is a compendium of oddities, contradictions, creepiness and craziness. For instance, here is a guy that is clearly a racist and vehement Anti-Blackist that paints himself orange and, fascination of fascinations, is married to a woman whose name, literally, means “black” or “dark” I think Trump’s mighty-whitey bit is because he really wants to be a brother. You know, we brothers have “big hands.”

I can’t make this shit up.

One would think since Trump has bragged about his “big hands” he wouldn’t have to go around “grabbing women by the pussy,” or sexually assaulting and harassing them. I mean, I have big hands and I…strike that. And what’s with all of the buildings at Mar-a-Lago having penises atop them. Perhaps I’d best leave this subject alone.

Oh what the hell, let us revisit it if just for a moment.

Assuming Sir Big Hands doesn’t really want to be an Alkebulanian brother, I have mused upon another possible explanation for this blatant sexual insecurity. Frankly, I don’t know why I failed to identify it before, though I pondered a plethora of possible culprits. In fact, for quite some time I thought Trump was a closeted and frustrated gay man akin to, let’s say, U.S. Senator Lindsey “Ladybugs” Graham. I mean, that has to be a most uncomfortable state (so to speak). I dispensed with that idea upon realizing Trump was far too stupid to be gay. Then, like a proverbial thief in the night, it dawned on me what may be the causal pathology of the malady of which I reference.

Monorchism (OBW)!

Yes, yes! That very well may be Trump’s problem. He is a one ball wonder! Seriously, think about it. One of Trump’s heroes is Adolph Hitler; a OBW that was a vile and vicious bastard. Napolean Bonaparte; another little sawed-off, vile and vicious bastard that was a OBW. Hell even The Terminator, not only a beast but a political one as well as former Governor of California, Arnold Schwarzenegger is a OBW.

Now, here is where I am a bit uncomfortable with this line of thinking. How does anyone know this and how did they find out? A most curious manifestation that transports me to another lifelong burning question I have had about oysters; not Rocky Mountain Oysters, the ones from the “other place” called the sea. An oyster looks like a damned rock, a terrifically ugly rock. I really would like to know who was the first dude to eat one. How did he know how to open it? What made him think it was edible? What was that day like.

Keep smiling.

Red Meat, White Face and Blue Suit

Old Glory. The red, the white and the blue. Just the sight of her sends shivers down me spine (for damned good reason). I’m sure Sir Big Hands’ (aka Agent Orange) favorite song is the Star Spangled Banner and I am willing to bet that his fav-o-right verse is the third one. “No refuge could save the hireling and slave, From the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave. And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave, O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.”

Donald Trump is a walking flag; albeit a morbidly obese one. Every time I see this caricature of a human being I start tripping on Trump having one suit. Here is a “billionaire,” and with all of that cheese this punk has one suit? Verily, this cannot be! There must be another answer! Aha, I have solved the mystery! He has thousands of suits, they are just all the same.

Even though Trump paints himself orange he has, in actuality, a very pasty and pallorous complexion. So, you see, he quite literally represents the “pales” on the flag. For those who may not be up-to-date on their Old Glory knowledge the stripes are called “pales.” And no, it ain’t no goddamned coincidence.

As a word nerd interested in linguistic forensics, and someone professionally trained to actively listen, I have a penchant for analyzing political speech. I always find them intriguing because of the subliminal cueing that is employed in political speech. Subliminal cueing is absolutely deadly stuff, literally. Like carbon monoxide it is colorless, tasteless and odorless; not unlike Trump but I suspect there may be a bit of B.O in his case. Whatever the case, Trump pours it on his supporters like A-1 steak sauce on a “blue” ribeye.

I am in the process of writing a piece that breaks down Trump’s rally speech (which stays fairly stagnant) and the proverbial red-meat he throws to his rabidly racist throngs is chilling. For instance, he states “this is your country, this is not their country. The left wing communists and lunatics.” Translation: this country is for European-Americans that support me. Another is “we are going to clean up our cities, especially the ones in blue states…that is where it is the worst.” Translation: those N-er (that’s right) cities with those nigger mayors are going to catch hell.

Of all of Trump’s red meat rhetoric the two statements that disturb me most are “we are going to indemnify our police” and “this is the Final Battle.” The statement that Trump makes at his rallies that gets a thunderous applause is this one: “our police are great heroes, but they can’t do their jobs. They know what to do, but they are not being allowed to do it. They get sued, they lose their homes…when I become president we will immediately indemnify all of our police so that they can do their jobs.” Translation: I am am going to codify you uniformed, badged sus domesticus to revert to your slave patrol origins where you can happily go out and beat, kill and maim niggers with impunity. Many may recall Trump, during his 2016 campaign, encouraging police abuse by “banging their (arrestees) heads against the car door.”

Anyone that has read my writing extensively, knows that Anti-Blackism is the sexiest thing in U.S. politics by a mile. It is implemented and exploited by both political parties. This bullshit coming from one party that the other is more Anti-Blackist than they are is just that…bullshit. Bill Clinton took aim at Sista Soulja in 1992 because she told the truth. But as usual the white boy doesn’t want to hear the truth, especially from a Black Person in the United States whether it comes from her, or me (which is why I know I’ll starve as a writer).

A year after Clinton’s aforementioned offense, there was Joe Biden with his Crime Bill speech on the senate floor that was laced with Anti-Black statements and sentiments. In 1988 George H.W. Bush stoked the fears of European-Americans with scary nigger Willie Horton. Nikki Haley is doing it, Ramaswamy was doing before exiting the “race.” It simply is effective and it is effective because it cuts right to the bone of what the United States is really all about and its collective denial in refusing to acknowledge its crimes. If it weren’t so tragic it would be funnier than hell. I guess if we did to the white boy what he has done, and continues to do, to us he’d be petrified to the point of paralysis.

Unbelievable is the arrogance, the hubris and the sickening, rotting corpselike stench of white supremacy.

Sire’s Final Battle

During his speeches Trump, without fail, makes innumerable references to everyone calling him “sir.” The word sir is a shortened form of the word sire. Sire was, originally, a reference to a king or addressing a king. I find it most ironic, particularly in this case given our subject, that the word “sir” derives from the “vulgar” Latin.

At a recent speech during a rally in Iowa, Trump used the words “this is the final battle” at least one dozen times. This is a very disturbing weaponization of Christian, evangelical, white-wing racism and xenophobia. Voltaire said, and quite correctly so, that “anyone who can make you believe absurdities can make you commit atrocities.

The Final Battle of Armageddon as described in the Book of Revelation of the bible is replete with statements and imagery that imply white supremacy. For one predisposed to white supremacist thought the implicit becomes explicit, the cautionary becomes dangerous, and the absurd becomes atrocious. Imagine you are a red MAGA cap wearing, flag waving, gun toting Christian (of course Jesus had an AR-15) and tears streamed down your face when your dear leader “came down that golden escalator” in 2016 like God descending from the heavens.

Here are just a few verses from Revelations regarding the final battle.

Then I saw heaven opened and behold, a white horse! The One riding on it is called Faithful and True, and he judges and makes war in righteousness. His eyes are like flame of fire, and many royal crowns are on his head. He is clothed in a robe dipped in blood and the name by which He is called is “the word of God.” And the armies of heaven, clothed in fine linen, white and clean, were following him on white horses. From his mouth comes a sharp sword—so that with it he may strike down the nations—and he shall rule them with an iron rod. (Revelation 19:11-15)

Why Trump Must Be On The Ballot

As distasteful as many may find it, Trump must be on the ballot. Let’s dispense with the fact that I believe U.S. elections are a sham alongside the political system of which those elections are a component. Let’s forget that I have only voted twice in my life; I guess the consolation is both times my guys won but were abject disappointments. I would have voted a third time, in 2016, but the corrupt system screwed my guy that year, which sealed my fate as never voting again.

Let us engage in both fantasy and folly and act as though the elections are legitimate. Let us forget the fact that Al Gore in 2000, Hilary Clinton in 2016 and Donnie Trump in 2020 all had issues with the elections. Nonetheless, I think it crucial that Trump be on the ballot in all 50 states, Guam, Puerto Rico and everywhere the U.S. has pilfered populations and resources to call its own.

Donald Trump’s presidency began with violence, it ended in violence and no matter what happens he will be the catalyst for more violence. He is profane, uncouth, oafish, insipid, piggish, greedy, inane and illegitimate as a person; he may be human, but he is no person. A distinction and a vast difference.

Donald Trump employs infantile insults and name calling, yet it sticks, it works. He has extorted the political process and black-maled the country, literally. What does that say? Not about him, but the populace? I mean, this individual gets away with statements that even a four year old would find less than stimulating: “You won’t have a country unless I am dictator.” “I’m like a rocket ship that nobody’s ever seen before.”

For the past eight years, I have stated hundreds of times that Trump is not the disease, he is a symptom of the disease. He is a symptom of the callousness, depravity, meanness and greed that is evidenced throughout this society. The same dynamics that will not allow a nation to have healthcare for all of its citizens and punish those seeking higher education, thereby having a nation of sick and uneducated people, Trump reflects. And it isn’t just Trump, it is the supreme court, the congress, the police, the courts and everything else. The United States is FUBAR and Trump is most definitely FUBAR because he is a reflection. That is why he must be on the ballot. I do not want the U.S. citizenry to be able to hide from itself; plain and simple.

One of the most intelligent men in the United States, talk show host and bestselling author, Thom Hartmann, uses a term quite often called a “tipping point.” The United States is at a tipping point and this may very well be “the final battle.” My assessment is it is too late, the United States is toast. However, for reasons too numerous to mention I want to be wrong; I desperately want to be wrong. The only way I can be proven wrong is if Trump is on the ballot

If Trump is beaten, he needs to be beaten fair and square and both parties have initiated unbecoming conduct that could easily be construed as attempting to “rig” the election. Democrat controlled venues wanting to keep Trump off of the ballot, and Republicans purging voter rolls. Same shit, different smell.

The political system, if not the society itself, is in a complete meltdown. Whether Trump wins, loses or dies, he has caused damage and will cause more of it; that is a given. In abusive relationships, the abused often try to change the situation. They keep hoping that it will get better, though they know it will not. At some point they have to stop attempting to rebuild that which is ruined and start fresh from the ground up. That is the only hope the United States has.

If Trump is not a reflection of the United States, then that will be reflected at the polls (for those that have faith in them). If what he stands for and represents is antithetical to what the United States really is he should be welcomed not feared, because this will be an opportunity for a nation to say you are not a reflection of us and you, therefore, cannot represent us. Trump being on the ballot is a litmus test for what kind of a country the United States is…or isn’t. Some of us already know.

Keep smiling.

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