“The best fiction is far more true than any journalism.”
This is why watching Trump is so interesting. He is a fictional real world character, a virtual reality compromising our sense of existence, a tsunami wave of lies drowning our perceptions.
I have spent two years drinking in this journalistic novel of surreality, a gut wrenching story that both entertains and sickens. It is beyond engaging. It has become an addiction. Part of me wants a Disney ending where America rises up and builds a society based on equality. Another part of me wants him to win the house and senate and continue this horror thriller. It is the kind of truth which, unfortunately, I find exhilarating.
THE SEARCH FOR SELF IN THE MATRIX OF SOCIAL GOVERNANCE
I have been pondering the results of some polls in the 2018 midterms. One poll has given Donald J. Trump a 47 percent approval rating of his time as President of the US. The other shows a gender gap of 39 percentage points for men and women in their preference of GOP or Democratic parties. 65 percent of men favour the GOP, while only 26 percent of women favour the GOP.
The first poll tells me that roughly one out of 2 Americans are either incredibly ignorant, or white supremacists. The other poll tells me that women should run this world.