Free Love

The emotional equation is simple. Quantum entanglement is not a position in The Kama Sutra since human beings are not sub atomic particles. Thus whether you’re talking of emotional or even just physical intimacy you give to Peter to take from Paul. Stretching oneself thin never results in good performance in work and the same applies to love. But what about freedom? Your philosophy Horatio reeks of destructive Victorian morality. It’s true! One would think that love would be tantamount to freedom since it involves choice. The paradox is that it’s not.

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Is There Interest on Borrowed Time?

Is there an interest charge on borrowed time? And what about reparations for sufferers and fines for perpetrators? If you look at the political world as Wild Kingdom, predator and prey are simply just a step down on the food chain from governance. In fact many viewers find entertainment value in the sight of a hyena dining in the innards of peaceful baby giraffe as the defeated animals legs flail in an involuntary last attempt to escape. The gladiatorial battles of Rome, bull and matador and finally MMA are just one degree separation, with the purse rewarded to a killer. What then is the shock in seeing pure animal behavior in The White House where the notion of an emoluments clause is laughed at and lying is de rigueur? Spencer, social Darwinism, the weak caving to the strong in the unending survival of the fittest—these describe the constitution of our new “body.”

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Gitanes

 

Have you ever thought, I want to go to a tanning salon and smoke Gitanes before I die? Notably smoking was the subject of Italo Svevo’s Confessions of Zeno. The protagonist who is the first analysand in literature is trying to stop smoking. He’s also an anti-hero whose comedic aspirations are reminiscent of Don Quixote. Anyone who has ever attempted to rid themselves of addictive behavior will recognize the Sisyphean nature of the task. The question which then comes up is this: will Zeno fall off the wagon? Say he goes on to live a preternaturally long life, will he simply say, one day, towards the end, say to himself, why not? Perhaps he concludes he really enjoyed the life of the reprobate. His heros are Bukowski, Henry Miller, Rimbaud and literally anyone who steps over the line. Timothy Leary had a point. Yes it’s nice to be “there” for others who need you in lieu of running after “ecstasy.” But are you really happy? Do you want to have a heart attack in the middle of an AA meeting or smoking and sipping espresso in the back row of The Thalia watching  the revival of Godard’s Les Carabiniers, c 1963?

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Facesitting

All across the country, people are sitting on each other's faces. No matter Democrat or Republican, the phenomenon is as American as cherry pie. In order to insure that more people will sit on each other's faces, Facesitting has become as mandatory as some vaccines used to be. Medicaid coverage will be revoked for couples and threesomes who refuse to comply (Lysol wipes are recommended for facesitters, though not for baby sitters by the CDC--ed.) Are facesetting and its country cousin, rimming, what fellatio used to be before it became so common, it was not even regarded as sex by some adherents? People with differing political points of views frequently point out they would like to sit on their opponent's face, in order to smother their words. The fact of the opposition having their face sat on might be a source of pleasure seems not to bother them.  After all, you can always say whatever you have to say after getting "queened," which is one of the words used for the practice in urban legend. Discussing this subject can be like opening up a can of worms, but worms themselves will not be the result.

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Jamie Raskin

What gives Jamie Raskin the strength? It’s hard to conceive him a role model since so few people have to dig down that deep in the face of illness and unspeakable tragedy. The latest Supreme Court decision about extending executive privilege over the judiciary makes any response simply more exhausting amidst the numbing horror. Such a state is not a good place from which to act. It’s as if one were sedated or administered Novocain in a dentist’s chair. Perhaps the best preparation for a Job-like circumstance is the gratuitous act. Curiously it’s something that’s in the province of classic Existentialism in which meaning is created in a succession of moments that have little to do with what verdict or executive order SCOTUS or POTUS delivers on any particular day.

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Raw

Dog and God are palindromes. War and raw are showstoppers which make a noxious cocktail. Strange bedfellows is an oxymoron. Casus belli is an occasion for war. Ordinance is a bomb. Fission reactions use U-235. There were, it turns out, insects left in Hiroshima after the dropping of the first atomic bomb by the crew of the Enola Gay, whose captain, Paul Tibbets was, contrary to myth, not institutionalized. Ryusuke Hamaguchi's Drive My Car is about a director who is putting on a production of The Seagull in Hiroshima. His wife, who is a sex addict, dies of a brain aneurysm he has a chance to intervene.

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Zohran Mamdani

Charles Fourier  (1772-1837)

Speculating on politics is a little like the stock market though you don’t always get payback in terms of money, if you pick a winner. In fact, if you like free bus fare and no rent increases, somebody is going to pay the piper. Socialism is a dirty word to Republicans, but is individualism really curtailed when ifJeff Bezos ore the world’s richest man, EM, are left with say 20 billion each. Why do people need so much money? Zohran Mamdani’s victory is a test. The  Bernie Sanders AOC tour was impassioned, but what about the radical centrism of the much maligned and highly humane Joe Biden? Meanwhile the failure of Cuomo's cynical negative campaign tactics is another nail in the coffin of the Democratic political machine.

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Castlevania

Castlevania

GRAND THEFT AUTO is one of the biggest computer games and there is GRAND AUTO THEFT which is no game. And of course you remember SUPER MARIO. But there are two new ones that exist in totally virtual universes. In that field SECOND LIFE offers its own currency and way of life, but a Mark Zuckerberg clone or drone, a mysteriously elusive guy, like the founder of Bitcoin, has created POTUS and SCOTUS. In fact, don't be surprised if you find not only kids but all your friends and neighbors walking around with the new versions which will soon be available at your local Facebook or Tesla dealership. where AR (Augmented Reality) and VR (Virtual Reality) are the lingua franca.

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Cosa Nostra

 

Trump by way of the middle east is defeating Putin. He has become the local tough, the local strong man of international politics--for good or for bad. He and Netanyahu are one of those gangs that you might have sentenced to Cetco, for their unlawful behavior. Fight fire with fire. It's a world of criminal syndicates, say Godfather on the world stage with Donald Trump as Don Corleone. Putin may do all the threatening he wants. He'd be dumb to give Iran nukes. In the meanwhile, hopefully Ukraine will come out on top. Why not? Trump at this point doesn't need Putin anymore. He's the strong man. Giving the Russians Ukraine would only build up their war chest with those rare minerals everyone wants. BTW there will be some minor changes to geography to reflect the new Cosa Nostra (literally "our thing"). BTW Mare Nostrum ("our sea") was what the Romans called the Mediterranean. Most of the map will simply be Trumplandia (natives will run the two words together so they sound like "Trumplunds"). There will be the Sea of Putin. That relatively small province that used to be North Korea will be Kim Jong-oink. A baby's first words will be "MAGA" rather rather than "mamma." Nothing much will have changed besides that. 

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Prince Myshkin

drawing of his character by Dostoevsky

Prince Myshkin, the anti-hero of Dostoevsky’s The Idiot is a simpleton. His innocence is a force of nature. He possesses a perverse trust, his love is a paraphilia considering the norms of not just the society in which he lives but "society in general, and even the species, in its broadest sense--Homo habilis? He's a figure out of the world of early Christianity in which man’s relationship with God was not yet mediated by the Church. Is he a Christ figure? Perhaps not since his presence is even more illuminated by his humanity.

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The Trojan War

The Trojan Horse is the ur example of confounding the enemy, the wiles of Odysseus the epitome of the cleverness that has characterized great generals. But remember Pyrrhus? Win the battle and lose the war or there's Clausewitz famous dictum, war is simply a continuation of diplomacy by other means. The fine line between war and diplomacy is echoed in the choice between B-2 bunker busters and a delegation proceeding to Geneva. Then there's "the domino theory" and  "spheres of influence" another Cold War adage --that’s curiously relevant today considering the new Axis of North Korea, Russia and China Finally, there was Mata Hari and the Trojans  undoubtedly enlisted by The Spy Who Came in From the Cold.

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Has Humankind Sunk Into a Fetal Position?

Is this still the childhood of civilization? After all human kind is only 5000 years old (give or take), allowing 2000 for AD or AC and 3000 for BC which takes us back to Ancient Greece and the Peloponnesian Wars. The mythologies of the great heroes, Odysseus and Achilles and conflicts like The Trojan War, mediated by Gods such as Zeus occupy a space of imagination outside history—that also informs historical memory and the history of culture. “Judith Beheading Holofernes” was a subject undertaken by both Caravaggio and Artemisia Gentileschi. But what about adolescence and early adulthood? There is Jaques “Seven Stages of Man” speech in As You Like It. Will human life itself end up “sans teeth, sans eyes, sans everything?” The scale of conflagration only increases. It feels as if history has gone from being Stephan Daedalus’ nightmare to a flesh eating bacteria. The wonderful thing about B movies such as Invasion of the Body Snatchers (1956) and Night of the Living Dead (1968) is that they offer a vision of value free horror and misery that is oddly in tune with this moment in time. Perhaps civilization has sunk back into a fetal position.

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Statecraft

Putin can’t be too happy about the Middle East. He’s lost two proxies Syria and Iran (and in turn Hamas and Hezbollah). Many years ago an Atlantic contributor analyzed how Putin compensates for a chronic physical deformity. In short, it’s similar to a snake which curls up protectively before making a deadly strike. No doubt a single physical deformity can lay claim to history! Putin also has his hands full with Ukraine. It’s doubtful he has enough arms to offer the embattled Iranians. Of course he could offer the Ayatolah asylum as he did Assad (imagine those two fellow travelers as roommates), though the Ayatollah carries a good deal more baggage than his Syrian counterpart. It’s doubtful Putin wants to set up a Muslim version of the Vatican in his otherwise secular state. Nor does he want to open his arms to every dictator who attains refugee status. Come to think of it maybe North Korea will become the nominee. Imagine Kim Jong-un will regale his deposed visitors with tales of Dennis Rodman and the NBA.

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Was Camelot Stormy?

You may remember Robert McNamara tearfully repenting of his role in the Vietnam War. He was a formidable presence with his scholarly glasses and slick backed hair. Camelot was not always what it was billed to be. In fact The White House pool area often had the look of one of those seedy spas with Caesar in the title— so popular during the 70s era when NY was a wide open city. In her memoir, one of Kennedy’s assistants recounts how the president issued executive orders for her to pleasure a friend while he'd watched. Sounds reminiscent of P. Diddy no? Don’t believe for a minute that Jackie was oblivious to what was going on. Of course Access Hollywood is hard to top. Would that Stormy Daniels had simply created her reputation as a meteorologist with the National Weather Service.

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Materialists

Nathaniel Kahn's The Price of Everything was about the commodification of the art market. Materialists, closer to the bone, centers on a matchmaker, Lucy (Dakota Johnson), who  trades in human worth. At one point a client bridles at being "a good catch" protesting that she "is not a fish." If art is a tangible asset, love should ideally be unquantifiable, an "intangible asset." Note the movie is Materialists, not The Materialists. Is speciation the  subject? But what happens when the seller of flesh finds herself on the auction block? Prostitution is of the film's subliminal themes. Lucy has two suitors John (Chris Evans), an impoverished actor and sometime waiter and Harry (Pedro Pascal). One plays nothing to the other's everything. The conceit which is fleshed out at Lucy's agency, Adore, ad nauseam, can be tiresome. However, the director, Celine Song, cleverly introduces devices. Love and worth are, it turns out, not fungible currencies. In this sense she is heir to the romantic comedic tradition of Preston Sturges in which a sociological idea, whether political corruption, The Great McGinty, (1940) the plight of the disenfranchised, Sullivan's Travels 1941) or the  love of money, Palm Beach Story (1942) is the igniter. Song, like Sturges has a gift for pithy exchanges which epitomize her satiric point. That including her gift for unexpected turns of plot, which appear just in time to rescue the script from moments of tedium, is not surprising, since Song is also a playwright. 

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They Fight With Cameras

When you visit Omaha beach, you're astounded by the Sisyphean nature of the task the invading allied armies faced. Soldiers stared death in the face. One can't imagine mustering up the level of courage required to scale those cliffs under enemy fire. Nina Rosenblum and Danny Allentuck's They Fight With Cameras tells the story of Walter Rosenblum, the famed photographer who filmed D-Day, Dachau and numerous signposts of invasion, as a member of the Signal Corps. It's a rather amazing document that will break the composure of even the most hardened souls. The film also tells the story of its own inception through lost letters, miraculously retrieved, that Rosenblum had written to his first wife. But it's particularly significant today, since it trades in empathy and sentiment, two notions that are in short supply in the current universe of self-regard. Soldiers risked their lives and cared about their compatriots from other countries. Sounds obvious, no? Not in the transactional hell, the world of Trump, Putin and their minions where no human being does anything for anyone, unless there is something in it for them. "Lasciate ogne speranza voi ch'intrate" abandon all hope, ye who enter here" are the words that graced the gate of Dante's Inferno and that should be the warning to visiting dignitaries like Volodymyr Zelenskyy and Cyril Ramaphosa who dare to enter the current White House.

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Slumming

favela of Rochinha in Rio

No one is accusing anyone of being a snob but you may, on the other hand, be guilty of slumming. It's what well-to-do educated people prosecute when they hang around the tough part of town. As a kid you may have been afraid of getting beaten up. So one day you joined a dojo or boxing gym. What's the result? You remain a sissy who's basically still afraid of their own shadow. Here is a comment from a prosperous friend: "In the past 10 years I have been in two scary situations. In the first, crossing 21st and 3rd, I gave the bird to some guy who was honking me. He pulled over and threatened me with his MMS abilities. I smelled alcohol on his breath. Situation #2--I stupidly made eye contact with a loony on an R. He started provoking me, calling me “grandpa” etc. I have replayed this back and forth in my head. What if I had  sat right smack down next to him and upped the ante? Of course I walked away with my tail between my legs in both instances. I have no street smarts. I mean niente, nada! I am still that kid, tormented by the neighborhood toughs who threaten you with rocks in socks on Halloween.”

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Is the Earth Square?

Galileo and Copernicus were charged with sacrilege for demonstrating the earth was not the center of the solar system. There are those in the QAnon metaverse who have changed things back. Not only will the earth be the center, but also square. So along with those vaccines which cause autism you have to make sure not to fall off. The human brain often mistakes interiority for the empirical universe. The unconscious is a rife with conspiracy theories.

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Esther

closeup of "Esther Preparing to Intercede with Ahasuerus" (F. Levy)

There are the greats of the past, Rembrandt, Vermeer,  Velasquez and those of the modern world de Kooning, Pollock, Rothko, Johns and Rauschenberg--who all emerged in America during the 50s. The current "The Book of Esther in the Age of Rembrandt," on exhibit in tandem with the Purim holiday at the Jewish Museum, illustrates how geopolitics and culture create not a classic paradigm shift but a paradigm. The show’s titular painting is luminescent in a sui generis way. It is neither one of the masks or "tronies" by which the master demonstrated his gift for role-playing, nor the usual tincture of darkness out of which say an early self-portrait, also in the show, emerges. It’s as if the mercantile forces which allowed for freedom were epitomized in this singular portrait of an iconic biblical icon. On a more overarching level, any Rembrandt show is a challenge to the present. Clement Greenberg the ideologue of the abstract-expressionist revolution would temble in his grave, but to rephrase Saul Bellow’s famously reactionary quote “Who is the Rembrandt of the 9th Street Bohemians?”

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Fighting Your Way Out of a Paper Bag: Lesson #1

The Rumble in the Jungle

There are two basic ways of fighting yourself out of a paper bag, but the most important thing is to protect yourself at all times. You have to keep your hands up. Have you ever seen someone fighting themselves out of a paper bag? It’s actually a familiar sight in this age of ear buds where people always look like psychotics having animated conversations with themselves. But you have to be there! Man v bag. If the bag is big enough to fit over your head, you won’t be able to see.The one fighting their way out of the bag in question at a distinct disadvantage. Since they are momentarily blind, they can’t see the woods from the trees. Lots of energy is spent by blind men who punch at air.

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Mind

"Thinking" may turn out to be the closest thing to the driverless car Imagine mind taking the place of SMS, emails and text. Caveat Emptor, you may have to practice blanking yours if you don't want the wrong kind of command to get away. What if a program called "Mind" became competitive with A.I. As has been demonstrated driverless cars have plowed through pedestrians as they negotiate intersections. Now there are driverless semis and a drone is a driverless plane. With the advent of Mind, many cars planes and even trucks may start thinking for themselves. You may input Philly into your Google maps and find yourself on the way to Scranton or more likely Florida if you possess the kind of AI that's a snowbird. Don’t try stopping for s coffee at the next rest stop if you have a Cassandrish AI which throws out jeremiads. “Drinking coffee makes you pee!” "But not drinking makes me fall asleep and crash” might be your riposte. Have you ever encountered a driver getting into a fight with their AI and not watching where they were going? “The horror the horror” says Kurtz in Fart of Harkness (“just checking to see if you’re awake”—Ed.)

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Quotidien Recurrence

So you travel down the same road or if you’re a a Manhattanite the same street leading to the upturn express bus at 23rd or the stairs down to the Hades of the Lexington Avenue Uptown 6 on Park Avenue. You don’t think it’s going to go on forever, though it will. If you have a nice apartment, you’re not leaving. In the current downswing of the residential market, you're going to incur a comparative loss (from 6 months ago). When you try to find something else you’ll find the price way too high for anything as nice as you had.The same thing for changing courses in mid stream, when it comes to love.The price you pay for the new emotional residence you think you desire is too high. One could go on, but you may find yourself ending up like Oedipus, who by running away from fate, brought about the very things he feared.

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Friendship

You may have walked out of Andrew DeYoing’s Friendship not because of the theme of an anomie which is as old if not older than Thomas Mann’s Tonio Kroger. Tim Robinson plays Craig Waterman a malaprop market executive to Paul Rudd’s Austin Carmichael a tv weather anchor and sometime punk rock guitarist. Craig falls for Austin big time. It’s more subliminally homoerotic, though isn’t idealization tantamount to infatuation? Outsiderdom which is ostensibly what the movie is about is generally part of a  fabric made up of more than one pattern. Friendship suffers from perseveration (yes real friendship does too--ed). At one point  Craig sinks so low in his abjection that he eats soap. It’s as if the director were afraid you didn’t get the idea. In fact DeYoung is a little like his character who is always overplaying his hand. Woody Allen made the schlepp and anti-hero into cultural archetypes which unfortunately didn't rescue him from opprobrium. But the joke is really on the director here since in some circles Craig will still rise above the dullards who will be mockingly dismissed. One other criticism, Craig is a father and executive. He wouldn't have gotten any where, if he didn’t possess some degree of know how, the movie's script doesn’t accord him.

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Mustard or Sauerkraut?

"Yellow Submarine" sang The Beatles. Then there are Subway, the Philly sub and the submersible that can go 20,000 leagues under the sea to the Lost Continent of Atlantis. Maybe that’s where Malaysia 370 finally landed. Floyd Collins became lost in the subterranean  tunnels of the Mammoth Cave. Jersey Mike’s is the latest, particularly if you are looking for a hero, a wily Odysseus who will help you to navigate your appetites so you won’t be lured by the Sirens of gluttony. You won’t be triggered by that famous Popeye sandwich that an antsy patriot once killed for? You shouldn’t die (non-sequitur-ed). Subs are food for thought particularly if you are on the couch and dealing with unconscious fantasies that lurk beneath the surface, the subtext that defies the kind of simplistic either/or categories like “mustard or sauerkraut?” proposed by the hot dog vendor in front of The Met (Goldfinch territory-edit.) protected from sun (Daedalus--ed?) by his blue and yellow Sabrett umbrella.

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Submittable

Submittable is like Dickens’ Bleak House. No it’s not a porn site. Would that it were capable of dispensing that level of pleasurable displeasure. No, rather it's tantamount to the hip dysplasia hounds suffer making it impossible for the poor animals to walk, then they are put down. This is a long-winded way of describing a site that is a concentration camp for poems and short stories. Magazines such as The New Yorker and literary journals like The Paris Review are deluged with tsunamis of submissions from wannabes. These wannabes have no real understanding of the editors who they scream to from the wrong side of the velvet rope. There is an organization called The Community of Literary Magazines and Presses (CLMP). That and a number of similar organizations must have had a summit in which Submittable was created  to deal with the flood of manuscripts they receive. Know those storage facilities filled with items no one will ever see again. Submittable is the DOGE of the world of letters. Perhaps you remember BicycleThieves (1948), the Italian neorealist film about a father and son's desperate search for a stolen bicycle in post-war Rome. That’s a perfect description of what it’s like to submit to Submissible.

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The Price of Everything

Social Darwinism is epitomized by the art world. No one even pretends that culture is tantamount to enlightenment. Goring a lover of art presided over the attempted plunder of  masterpieces which the Italian curatorial establishment united against--like the French resistance against Nazism and the prospect of a Fuhrermuseum in Linz which would have been the repository of stolen masterpieces. Sadly fascism is the only way to describe an art market dominated by big auction houses—where esthetic judgements are undercut by the demands of investors collecting tangible assets. Neophytes who make the pilgrimage to Chelsea are likely to find the absence of humanism disconcerting. New art is regarded as venture capital while old  masters like Basquiat break records at the box office.

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1Q84

IQ84 by Huruki Murakami

Anyone who has ever entered a parallel or alternate universe will tell you it can be treacherous going. You generally arrive somewhere that looks like home, though by definition that train has already left the station.To begin with, if you’re the kind of person who looks for parallel universes, you’re undoubtedly an escapist who is going to want to be somewhere else before you even arrive. You impulsively enter another parallel universe, all the while getting further and further from the ideal universe you envisioned. That’s the problem with dreaming. It’s self proliferating activity that acts like a rip tide taking you further from where you want to go, the more you try to fight to get there.

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Sinners

The default interpretation of Ryan Coogler's Sinners is that the movie is about the expropriation of black culture by whites. Even the director may agree. You have a black blues musician at the heart of the narrative (who in his adult form is played by the famous blues guitarist Buddy Guy) and a band of white vampires out to suck the blood out of him. Incidentally, the clarity of Guy's notes and beauty of his voice is one of this horror movie's particular pleasures. However, you may defer to seeing the film like a great grotesque painting say Bosch's Garden of Heavenly Delights, in which the canvas does not allow for simple or reductive interpretations. Moreover, there isn't one instant of appropriation. Sure whites marauding the house of black culture is a fact, but within the context of the movie most of the theft is an in-house or rather intra-cultural affair. So what's the movie "about?" Perhaps the clue lies in the title, "sin." Sin and redemption are recurring motifs with the lone survivor of vampires, a saintly figure who's been resurrected with baptismal water--another recurring motif.

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The General

The Colonel welcomes you to most cities, if not most blocks. Mattress Firm is trying to knock the fast food business out of business which is beneficial in two ways: in encouraging couples to have more sex and of course sleep (priapism is another matter). Popeye the sailor man lent his name to the Colonel's main competitor and hola they are luring Odysseus with not only a Pickle Glazed Chicken Sandwich but pickled flavored wings. "Where's the beef?" is the famed Wendy's meme, which most kids today know better than "Hamlet's famed question, but if you're a romantic you'll probably "dream the impossible dream" with an Impossible Whopper. BTW you can hold the mayo. Most human beings learn"Big Mac" before  "mommy." McDonald's fries occupy a ring or two of human existence's three ring circle and earn their own circle in The Inferno. Everyone knows they are the best and better than any crinkle cut. Not to forget the Baconator! Look for the movie starring Arnold Schwarzenegger. There's the Colonel, but what about the General? What face will he portray to the world?

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Bananas

Bananas are purportedly one of the anodynes for suicide along with the movie of the same title which can still cheer you up. Is Banana Republic utopia rather than being a line of clothes? The secret ingredient is apparently potassium. United Fruit now known as Chiquita Banana should use it in their ads. The suicide hot line could use them out like condoms which bananas have been used for in emergencies. The only downside about bananas is that you can slip on them which is definitely a "downer." OK let’s say you have an aversion to raw bananas. There is banana bread and most importantly the banana split. Back in the 50s and 60z when no one even worried and normalcy prevailed you could get yr second banana split free at an ice cream parlor named Jan’s provided of course you finish your first. Or maybe the was just Sundays

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The Plot Against America

There are the "new historicism" which calls for revisionism, particularly with regard to the notion of an inviolate past and absolute truth.  Thomas Kuhn famously wrote The Structure of Scientific Revolutions which coined the notion "paradigm shift." Multiculturalism, the bane of those who attack woke culture, is a product of widening the epistemic net.  A quote like Saul Bellow's who is "the Shakespeare of the Zulus" is the equivalent is a form of cultural rape. All this being said, it's astonishing how fast the Visigoths toppled the current Rome. Down with the emoluments clause! Trump hosts a bit coin dinner. His sons pitch hotel projects in the wake of Mideast meetings. All of a sudden there is literally no separation between the executive and the judiciary. Trump issues executive orders like flapjacks. Kristi Noem apparently thought habeas corpus was created by the president--a creative contravention of one of the most central principles of jurisprudence.Trump's brand of transactional politics gives isolationism a fresh and more lethal spin. Philip K Dick's The Man in a High Castle imagined an alternate universe with the Axis powers in charge. What once seemed like sci fi has the stark ring reality.  You wake up from the nightmare only to find yourself in an alternate universe in which the past nightmare is the take-off point for your dreams.

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