Sariah Law

Sariah Law, as proclaimed and promulgated by Sarah Sanders, is authoritarian and ordained by God and his chosen ministers of righteousness, led by Donald Trump. It can't be argued against, challenged or constrained. 

To all the poor wretches out there who don't understand this, especially the lying, fake-news idiots in the White House press pool, just shut up. This is not about the truth but authority. Accountability is off the table.

Trump and the Cherry Tree

When little Donnie Trump was six years old he received a hatchet as a gift and maimed a cherry tree on his father's property. His father enquired: "Donnie, did you maim my cherry tree?" Donnie responded "No, father. That is fake news put out by angry Democrats." His father was bursting with pride as Donnie further explained that all the witnesses had signed non-disclosure agreements and had been threatened as well. Lawyers were issuing denials and destroying evidence of hatchets ever having been in his possession. 

Now, we know this is a fable concocted by Parson Huckabee and circulated by his daughter, Sarah, to illustrate a point: once your "chosen" status is guaranteed by wealth and worldly success it doesn't matter what you do. You are going to heaven anyway. Similarly, the good works of the social justice warriors will never earn them arbitrarily unmerited salvation so they are fair game and may be reviled and persecuted with all the other heathen. They are doomed, recipients of an unavoidable, unintelligible and cruel destiny. 

The moral is that there is no justice in this life. Only apostates and unbelievers seek it in their folly. In fact it is an insult to God and an attempt to circumvent his will to think that earthly existence has any meaning since it is all fated and predetermined anyway. We are animals in a holding pen awaiting slaughter. If we act like animals it is as it should be. The strong may dominate and abuse the weak. Innocent people may be killed. It is all by God's design. Nothing matters. This is the root of the evangelical rule of despair.

Life is a cruel joke. Self-serving, greedy and cynical people understand this. Others are losers and idiots. Trump has noted them as such, seeing through to the truth. Evangelicals revere Trump for this. The real truth exists apart from reason. It is revealed to believers alone, in the literal interpretation of sacred writings and emotional events in revival tents under the authority of those chosen by God for his ministry, like Jimmy Swaggart. Human reason is heretical, a tool of weak minds. Spiritual truth resides in lies.

Eyes on Trump

Trump thinks he was elected to do whatever he wants--to be our boss. In actuality he is supposed to work for us. I suggest we put cameras on our president, both pointing at him and one attached to his MAGA hat or combover. Let the people see how their employee spends his days.

Surely this will be enlightening, more like a wildlife study than anything else, a look into a person with all the sophistication, intelligence, and organizational and planning capabilities of a hedgehog, but less cute. "Let Trump be Trump" said some of his backers. I want to see what that means. 

That is our right. We are his employers. Geofencing and curfews might also impose some discipline and accountability on his improvisational presidency. The boy needs supervision and only we, collectively, can provide it. Trump-cam is sure to be a hit, generating funds to help maintain him.

He is very expensive to care for, continuing to suck down resources as recklessly as always. Now he is wasting our money at will. We will want to put a cap on that. It is time to corral Trump, perhaps with the aid of robotics and drones. John Kelly couldn't do it. I'm not saying it will be easy.

But it must be done. Trump is a child. He needs to be curtailed and contained.

Raiders of the Lost Can of Worms

Donald Trump isn’t compelled to plumb the depths of himself because he finds himself most interesting. It's worse than that. It will happen because he’s the only thing that exists to him. The rest of us aren’t even imaginings. 

We have no hint of existence. This is the man to whom the American people entrusted their nuclear arsenal and military might. For Donald there was no real surprise. He’s the last resort and destiny has placed him there.

His rise wasn't only the inevitable result of his greatness. He was always alone at the top but it took a while for the physics of it to play out as the inert, valueless matter, meaning us and the rest of humanity, sunk to the bottom.

There it belongs, leaving him free to breath the rarified air of divinity in a place reflecting his unprecedented and incomprehensible fineness and superiority. Never before has there been such a specimen of humanity.

Never again will there be. Trump is seeing to that. Increasingly the world is Donald Trump turned inside out, a morass of filth and can of worms for the ages. The world must end with him for the drama of it all to make sense. 

He wills it so. He is the ark, covenant and end-point of creation. He thinks so. Try to tell him otherwise. And good luck with that. On the scales of life Donald outweighs the rest of creation. That's his assessment of things.

Mercilessly Ugly and Irresponsible

I don’t think there’s any way to capture, in words, what’s going on in our society these days. It is too primal and insidious. We kind of have to dance around it, selecting some area for an impressionistic description and abandoning attempts at verbal containment. Right now I’m resisting the impulse to try to characterize it.

It can’t be done justice. Therefore, “mercilessly ugly and irresponsible” is my glancing blow for today at all the indefinable insanity. 

The One True Church of Trump

Be not amazed. Not only will all be revealed it already has--to those with eyes to see and ears to hear. God's plan is playing out as it should. Nothing humanity can do will stop it and therefore Trump must be part of the plan, a herald and administrator for the final days, which you should welcome. 

The righteous will receive their reward and be beside God. The rest will perish like those poor fuckers in that fire which was surely a sign and intimation of the fate of unbelievers. Our Babylon is about to be destroyed as was prophesied so batten down the hatches, boys. Trump is our agent of doom.

We welcome him for that.

Your Order Has Shipped!

America People: economic meltdown, environmental catastrophe and societal collapse have shipped! These are on their way and should arrive any day. Thank you for your order. Returns are not accepted. And thanks for shopping at the Republican Warehouse of Worn-Out Ideas!

Trump and the Unknown Unknown

Donald Trump is too stupid to know how stupid he is.

House of Turds

Americans can’t even muster real villains these days. Ours are cardboard. We have offenders so arrested they’re in diapers or, in any case, not potty proficient, and then legions of ass-wipes. The ass-wipes interest me. Who chooses such a trade? And then serves transparently ludicrous pretenders?

Is it any wonder they are so sensitive about their dignity? They trail Trump around, or Bush before him, cleaning up mess after hideous mess. How dare anyone malign, challenge or insult them as they tail Master Donald with reams of two-ply, sani-wipes and powder with which to dust his white-ass ass?

Americans always were derivative--a nation of imposters, charlatans and wannabes aspiring to some kind of borrowed authenticity. Even that eludes us. It isn’t novel to suggest we are a people destined to track to and converge on a lowest common aspect. But who ever thought the lowest would be so low?

God help us--we inhabit episodes of Maury and Jerry Springer. And reruns, no less. It is so unworthy it calls into question the survival and possibility of dignity. Go now, and marvel at every lie of Sarah Sanders. Her brother is said to have once hung a dog from a tree, you know. Maury, are you there?

You Might Never Wake Up

My father's life got destroyed as we, his kids, hit adolescence and I think he just carried on as best he could assuming he and we would come out the other end of it someday and there would be a return to normalcy. There never was. We never recovered. 

That is my fear with Trump. We think it's a phase or growing-pains or not representative or temporary insanity or whatever. Having been through a situation that didn't play out well it makes me very nervous, suspicious and skeptical. We might never recover.

I Am at Peace

Not really, but I believe we help to create and influence reality by the way we think. So, what the hell, I might as well try.

Someone to Gloat Over Me . . .

Correct me if I'm wrong--isn't Donald Trump and that incredible array of crooks he's imported into the federal bureaucracy SUPPOSED TO WORK FOR US? 

As far as I can see every single person in Trump's orbit, meaning all of us, whether supporters or resisters, share a common fate in relation to him--to be dominated, disrespected and gloated over, as underlings and degraded hangers-on or defeated opponents and losers. We are all monogrammed or branded now as serfs and servants, lost lambs on the Isle of Trump, herded hopefully over assorted cliffs, sacrificed and burnt to embers in honor of the gods of greed or marched into the ocean and drowned for fun. 

The New Gelded Age

When "Trump, the Opera" comes out there will be a chorus of castrati representing the Republican white boys, many of them paid, elected representatives, who have abandoned their souls and kowtow to Trump, singing the praises of Donald--paeans--and songs of submission and fealty.

Their sopranos are aghast at criticisms of their master. They dance frantically while wailing about fake news. Tom Cotton, Trey Gowdy, Mitch McConnell, and even Lindsey "Cracker" Graham, an unreliable witness, lead the cast. They were gelded long ago, critics observe, but this is different.

The level of degradation is just so extreme.

Trumpolini and the Midterm Meltdown

How does a fascist respond to defeat? Denial. Insults. Lies. Accusations and inflammatory, divisive rhetoric.

Fascists respond to defeat with threats. Fascists isolate themselves and their followers and preach revenge.

Trump is a fascist. His followers and acolytes are fascists. The Republican Party is the American Fascist Party.

Way to go, boys. We are shadows of our past selves, vain and unrecognizable, trailing a troll into the abyss.

The Peoples Temple of Trump

More people than we know probably want to escape from the People's Temple of Trump but they are afraid--and with good reason. Even before the coming of Donald nothing but enslavement to Republican dogma had been tolerated within. Remember that John Roberts, after ruling against the overthrow of Obamacare, was threatened in various ways and verbally attacked.

Washington lives with this anxiety. James Comey gave in to it before the election, releasing info on Hillary to avoid later accusations. He surely assumed she would win, having too much faith in the voters. Republicanism is a religion and Trumpism a rogue sect of swamp slime, a cult of personality and venality. Dissent is not allowed. Believers must remain spellbound and obedient.

There is nothing irrational in fearing their wrath. Trump's only skill is in demeaning and threatening other people. He is the great belittler. The "rule of law" is nothing to him and there is no higher place to appeal. The courts are increasingly under his control. He thinks so and will tolerate no resistance to his whims. His wishes are the law. His desires are to be indulged unquestioningly.

Notice how he retreats into reassuring pastimes as his administration crumbles, playing golf and holding rallies in which he is treated adoringly when he is supposed to be running a country. This behavior presages his doom--and ours. He is running from reality and will only escape with blood on his hands. Confronted with his own inconsequence, he will exact a terrible revenge. 

The spirit of Jim Jones is alive in Trump. He must play God or everyone dies. Drink not the Kool-Aid. Watch for wavering cultists. They will slip notes to you requesting help. Never doubt the fanaticism of the true believers. They will destroy anyone and themselves before they give up. They exist for Trumpian grandiosity and the parallel reality of their morally benighted master.

The American people have made a madman and lunatic the most powerful person in the world. He controls a nuclear arsenal and commands a vast military machine. The lives of other people are meaningless. Only those who serve him have value, contingent on their continuing usefulness. Absenting real threats he still attacks constantly. God help us if he is truly threatened. 

God help us anyway.

Inherit the Whine

In our topsy-turvy world victors whine their asses off. Republicans have controlled everything for decades through strong-arm methods and deceit, creating a mess and culminating in Trump, in whom injustice and incompetence are personified. 

Ill-will compounds it at the defensive perimeter where accountability is denied. There must be no accountability because the crimes are too great. Republicans guard that door with heavy artillery and the armor of delusional aggression.

Within the walls there is wealth and hordes of degraded lackeys serving their masters. Outside the walls increasingly powerless people scavenge for scraps. Lord Donald looks out from his tower and reviles, rebukes and insults the paupers.

How dare they expect anything? How dare they meekly try to assert their rights? Donald is the one who has been wronged. His true inflated greatness is yet to be recognized. He bawls like a baby over every imagined slight and lashes out. 

He will never stop whining. The massive void and vacuum inside him can never be fixed or filled. A soul would normally reside there. Trump is a monster. Blame his supporters, the lovers of death and despair, for this ascendency.

I Had a Dream

I vaguely remember how I ended up with the kind of life I have now. It was a kind of a choice. More accurately, it was a hazy intention or "bent" actualized and playing out through opportunism and improvisation. It could have been vastly different on the surface and that intent would still be there.

As an adolescent I was an idiot, a sponge soaking up everything indiscriminately, mostly garbage. Bad luck was interpreted by me as injustice, reading meaning into something entirely arbitrary and accidental, but it caused me to start my researches, initially into Sartrean existentialism. 

Some of the early environmental writings had a huge effect on me. Small is Beautiful, by E. F. Schumacher, seemed so obviously true I couldn't imagine societal evolution occurring in any other way. Rampant corporatism would make most people miserable and so surely they would reject it, right?

Wrong! Was I ever naïve, but not about the misery. Sixties idealism, social-justice Catholicism, and encountering some Mennonites on a farm all made me want to have a simple life lower down in the economic food-chain, closer to nature and perhaps being directly, physically, elementally productive.

How hard could it be? I was living in a land awash in resources and grew up in a city with an enormous middle class. That city is now the opioid capital of the country, by the way. And for me? I have a simple and pleasant life. I am directly, physically productive. But I am plagued by the awareness of injustice.

There is nothing accidental or arbitrary about the misery being foisted on many Americans. It is deliberate and the result of deceit and a quest for unbridled power among a minority of rich, sociopathic, self-serving people. My personal dream is intact. My expectations for our society are destroyed.

Smallness is still beautiful. Find it wherever you can. Hold onto it and have it nurture you because the macrocosm is going totally to shit. 

Prepare Yourselves

Well, Americans, sit back now and watch as your country is destroyed by the hideous piece of shit Donald Trump. Whatever the reality Trump thinks his disgraceful fear-mongering and appeals to assorted forms of tribal hatred served him well in the midterms.

That means we are going to get plenty more of it. The end of life as we have known it is here. Hold on to your hats.

Election Disaster

The election results are not as they seem. The "good guys" did not win. Democrats have never been able to stop the Republican assault and they won't be able to now. 

Nobody knew what kind of president Donald Trump would be. Now we know. He is possibly the biggest piece of rubbish in human history and Americans still support him.

Americans reveal themselves to be mean, ignorant and bigoted, the equivalent of hardened criminals. They are owning their depravity. Americans are embracing hate.

Americans have rejected righteousness. They have given up on justice and decency. We are witnessing the spiraling of a society into ruin, a national fall from grace.

Republicans are an identity movement, defined only by resentment. Their stand for nothing but their own dominance. There are no principles or rational policies. 

They are lost. And they are taking us all down with them.

Bridge Over Troubled WaWa

Poor Donald wants to be a hero so he has to invent crises. He's so arrested it's like watching an infant with its play-toys mimicking adult behaviors.

There's Trump with his cap gun at the border defending the country against... helpless refugees fleeing countries destroyed by us. Go, Donald!

Be a big man! But there's no daddy to bail him out now. We will be left with the mess, just as with George Bush, a man of similar psychological makeup.

How hopelessly, pathetically screwed up these Republicans are. How defeated and complicit we are in their delusions. We live in fear of goblins and ghosts.

The thing to fear is Republicans. That's the secret and the reason for their aggression and belligerence--fear of the exposure of their incompetence.

The Rapture is Upon Us

Behold the signs. A man named Trump trumpets the "end times" with a droning appeal to hatred, persecution and fear. The damned self-select, flocking to him, choosing evil and revealing their preference for hate.

Envy stalks the land as hordes line up on the side of resentment and division, claiming this puts them on the side of God, a mortal sin and blasphemy. The devil’s lies are everywhere ascendant. Trump is triumphant. 

He gloats. He goads and insults the weak, the Children of God. Those who choose love are mocked and abused. Confusion is everywhere. Lines of moral consensus are obliterated. Anger prevails. Truth is crushed.

Yes, the end times are upon us, not as deemed and determined by God but chosen by us. The gift of free will is used to renounce human decency and dignity. We have chosen death. We have chosen destruction.

We have chosen the devil's agent, Trump. The walls are breached. The blasphemers and killers of Christ march in victory. Hope is hard to come by. If you pray please do so now. The crisis of God's creation is here.