INSANE CLOWN PRESIDENT?

Book TVMatt Taibbi was just on BookTV talking about his 2017 book INSANE CLOWN PRESIDENT. Among the interesting things he said was that Fox News under Roger Ailes has done one thing to change the world of US politics: to make it impossible to compromise on anything, or to be friends with anyone who doesn’t agree with you politically. He made the comparison with asking Minnesota Vikings fans to not be Minnesota Vikings fans anymore. “Not going to happen.” Interesting that he mentions the Vikings, who were cruel and “very, very” unusual too. His point is what I’ve been saying all along, in attempts to promo the Coffee Party, (which actually does exist—and which no one ever mentions—believing 100% that the two-party system will be around until America falls off the Flat Earth around 2019, due to melting ice caps and Yellowstone exploding to levitate us toward the edge…see The “History” Channel or Youboob.) Hey, Matt, a more accurate book title might be GAME SHOW PRESIDENT. Trump is not insane, he’s a narcissist and borderline sociopath pretending to be a Christian of the Creflo Dollar ilk. (God wants you to be rich now…Jesus never really liked poor people much anyway, or as Trump interprets it, “losers.”) Taken together with other books mentioned on Book TV, including by Hunter S. Thompson and Neil Postman, if you add Popular: The Power of Likability in a Status-Obsessed World you have the answer: we have moved from desiring the goodness of being liked to the goal of being top dog in the dog fights everyone bets on and shouts about. “Losers” are those who are eaten alive, twitching in pools of blood. (Like the movie 300 or the UFC.) If you’re not rich by whatever means (including war) you “lose,” meaning you DESERVE death. This is also Putin’s view, mixing up his version of Jim Jones Koolaid for anyone who disagrees. Trump has also said this: “The point is to win. You say and do whatever it takes.” Being honest or good? That’s for sissies and “nut jobs.” BTW, there are no tapes, folks. Trump is going to say “I never said there were. What I said was ‘you better hope there aren’t.’” It’s a game show, for ratings. You cherry pick whatever works, deny the rest, and watch as your brand gets more valuable. (Kinda like the Kardashians, while wearing furs ripped from living animals.) Once everything is a game (and it all is, now, sadly) the most important thing is to bludgeon the other side in a quivering mound of crimson flesh…and then turn on ESPN… While preaching how righteous you are, meaning those on “the other side” of the gridiron deserve the concussions you have administered. —Ryback Solomon

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Matt’s book from the publisher: In twenty-five pieces from Rolling Stone—plus two original essays—Matt Taibbi tells the story of Western civilization’s very own train wreck, from its tragicomic beginnings to its apocalyptic conclusion. Years before the clown car of candidates was fully loaded, Taibbi grasped the essential themes of the story: the power of spectacle over substance, or even truth; the absence of a shared reality; the nihilistic rebellion of the white working class; the death of the political establishment; and the emergence of a new, explicit form of white nationalism that would destroy what was left of the Kingian dream of a successful pluralistic society.

Taibbi captures, with dead-on, real-time analysis, the failures of the right and the left, from the thwarted Bernie Sanders insurgency to the flawed and aimless Hillary Clinton campaign; the rise of the “dangerously bright” alt-right with its wall-loving identity politics and its rapturous view of the “Racial Holy War” to come; and the giant fail of a flailing, reactive political media that fed a ravenous news cycle not with reporting on political ideology, but with undigested propaganda served straight from the campaign bubble. At the center of it all stands Donald J. Trump, leading a historic revolt against his own party, “bloviating and farting his way” through the campaign, “saying outrageous things, acting like Hitler one minute and Andrew Dice Clay the next.” For Taibbi, the stunning rise of Trump marks the apotheosis of the new postfactual movement.

Taibbi frames the reporting with original essays that explore the seismic shift in how we perceive our national institutions, the democratic process, and the future of the country. Insane Clown President is not just a postmortem on the collapse and failure of American democracy. It offers the riveting, surreal, unique, and essential experience of seeing the future in hindsight.

Televangelist Spamming Everyone

Chuck Todd

From:  VCashman697@hotdog.com
To:  Chuck.Todd2@youhoo.com
Subject:  We Need Your Help Desperately
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Dear Chuck,
   The ministry here has been suffering of late with overhead expenses, and we could really use a love gift from you, a special friend of Vic Cashman International.  May God touch you and bless you, even as He places a figure on your heart to help us share this message with a lost and dying world.  Thank you, dear listener, for being a willing servant in His loving hands.  –Victor in Victory
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From:  Chuck.Todd2@youhoo.com
To:  VCashman697@hotdog.com
Subject:  VC International
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Dear Vic,
   Thanks so much for the email.  Actually, I’m curious as to where you obtained my email address, and what the phrase “special friend” really means to you, if anything. Could you also describe your expenses to me?  I have expenses too, but have never thought of writing to a stranger asking that they assist me in paying them by implying that God will smile on them if they do so. Your email goes beyond this, in fact, to suggest that if I do send you money that I might one day need for heart surgery (having missed just one insurance payment) that I will somehow prevent the demise of others, who I also do not know, and who may also be having overhead problems. Having just Googled you, I now see where your difficulties may lie in that regard, and if you will allow me to offer a word of advice without charge, it appears you may have overextended yourself in purchasing that new Mercedes E400, along with that beach house in the Hamptons. (I’ve always wanted a kidney shaped pool like that, especially after I lost a kidney to a mugger with a three inch blade.) I see your son is enrolled in a private school, and I believe you’d save about thirty grand by putting him in public school. Of course you’d save even more if your wife stopped with the designer handbags, and you dropped your country club membership. I know you say God doesn’t want His servants to be poor or anything hellish like that. (Heaven knows we’ve all heard Creflo and Benny and Ken and Joyce on this subject as we quickly scan past them on our way to acid reflux infomercials.) But, I mean, come on. Ever thought of flying coach to Aspen rather than in your own Cessna Citation? Seems to me God wouldn’t condemn you for cutting a pilot from the staff, considering Jesus hoofed it in sandals across dust, not tarmac. (Although there may be other reasons He’ll punch your ticket to hell.) It would solve your “overhead” problems too, and a lot more efficiently than sending spam to someone whose Uncle Pete was bankrupted by supporting you, and who, therefore, left nothing in his Will for. . . Yours Truly, Chuck Upton-Todd II
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From:  VCashman697@hotdog.com
To:  Chuck.Todd2@youhoo.com
Subject:  We Need Your Help Desperately
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Dear Mr. Truly,
   Thank you for your inquiry. If you are writing with a prayer request or to order pastor Vic’s new DVD series MAKE EVERY DAY CHRISTMAS, please call the hotline number below. If you can make a donation of $20 or more, in any event, this would greatly be appreciated. If you would like the DVD sermons, the cost is $39.95 plus shipping and handling. If you have a vehicle or estate for donation to the ministry, stay on the line after placing your order and a prayer partner will assist you. May God bless you richly with untold bounty as your seed of Truth is sown, rooting itself in Paradise. –Pastor Vic
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Call Center:  Hello, you’ve reached Vic International.
CT:  Don’t you mean Vic Cashman International Ministries?
CC:  Yes, of course, sir.  May we pray with you today?
CT:  No, I’m calling to talk to Vic.
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CT:  Cashman. Victor Cashman. Are you Indian or something? You sound Indian.
CC:  Yes, I am from India, sir. And I’m sorry, but Mr. Cashman is not here.
CT:  Where is here, exactly?
CC:  I’m sorry?
CT:  Where are you, right now, this moment?
CC:  (after a pause)  In India, sir. Didn’t I just say this?
CT:  No, you didn’t. But it’s nice to see how Vic’s cutting overhead.

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