I'm still dizzy and despondent, but I'll be blogging again soon. Expect future posts to hit these big themes:
1. I'll demolish the "Bernie Woulda Won" victory dancers. He would have lost all 50 states
2. I'm going to look deeply into the possibility -- probability -- that our national vote was hacked. Don't bother offering me any political
arguments regarding the advisability of that investigation. Only one thing matters: Is it true?
The establishment of fact precedes ideology and tactical considerations.
3. I'm going to do my own sullen victory dance in morose celebration of my newfound status as The Nostradamus of 2016. Nearly alone among progressives, I forecast a Trump triumph, mitigated only by a Hillary victory in the popular vote count. Such was my prediction from the start.
As I wrote to a friend a day or so ago: "I've been a rotten prophet all my life. Why'd I have to be right NOW?"
The friend responded with a quote from Gramsci: "Pessimism of the intellect, optimism of the will." Gramsci also said: "The challenge of modernity is to live without illusions and without becoming disillusioned." I'm not sure if there's any solace to be found in those words, but they seem to sum up the way many of us are feeling.
From now on, maybe I should write my prophecies in the form of quatrains. Won't that be fun?
El naranja lumbers toward the east
Secret plans, demons do their task
River, bomb, disease: The beast
Soon shall don Egyptian goddess mask
Trochaic pentameter, ABAB rhyme scheme: That's how good old Michel de Nostredame rolled, right? Feel free to chip in with a quatrain of your own -- and I won't insist that you retain Mickey D's approach to meter and rhyme, although I may offer the gentlest of neener neeners
if you go too far astray.
I've always hated the way this site looks. Y'see, every so often I would start in on a major site redesign, only to get bored with the task half-way through. Thus, Cannonfire always looked like a garish visual mish-mash.
But the current "White Rose Resistance" scheme actually kind of works, dunnit? It looks clean and airy, yet retains the three-column approach that I've always found practical.
Added added note:
There's talk of a Calexit -- a California Independence Movement
-- in the wake of Trump's victory. As a native son of CA, I have a certain fondness for this notion: California always gives more to the federal government than it receives in goods and services, yet in the Senate, California has power equal to the smallest and most backward of the red states -- states which take more
from their hated federal Gummint than they give. Worse, the antique institution of the electoral college gives the red states disproportionate power in presidential elections. Hillary won the popular vote, in large part thanks to California.
Year after year, red states like Alabama and Tennessee leech from their more successful blue brethren, even as those quasi-literate, easily-conned red staters blame their
problems on us
. Theirs is the hatred born of envy.
Let's just say it: Californians are intellectually and culturally superior to the red staters. Why should
Californians remain tethered to a horde of inferior rural nitwits perpetually addicted to meth, wrestling, pyramid schemes, pump-and-dump schemes, George Noory, Alex Jones, and the lowest forms of Jesusmania? Red staters are so easily gulled by con artists I'm amazed that they have any money left to buy cigarettes.
But the "Calexit" proposal does not go far enough. In this earlier post
(a dialogue with an old friend), I propose a Republic of the West. We can't give up those wonderful New Mexico green chile dishes, can we? Here is how my friend put it:
As to how Spanish we are -- yes we are. I think I first realized that in fancy film school, where most of my fellows were from the East Coast. I think I was the only one from SoCal, and I grew to resent their general disdain for our culture. It was probably when I first began to think of myself as a Westerner in general, and a Californian in particular.
Not to worry; I'm not a states-righter, but if Ron Paul or any other of those wing nuts get their way, I will happily wrap myself in the bear flag. In the entertainment business I am regularly one of the only Californians in the room, even though the people who I'm surrounded by may have been here for a few years. The immigration debate has been interesting for me, since my preference would probably be to have an open border with Mexico, and to require anyone east of New Mexico/Colorado to apply for a visa.
As to food -- tortillas, burritos, tacos, and salsa have always been so much a part of my daily diet that I think of them simply as food, not "Mexican Food," whatever that means. Pot roast seems to me far more exotic.