Monday, February 29, 2016

a bit of Donald Trump fluff

Snapped off the following bit of fluff a couple of evenings back and submitted it to The Guardian on a whim. Since, on reflection, the submission strikes me as highly unlikely, I thought I'd inflict the cotton candy on the more forgiving space here:


Americans can genuflect with the best of them when the mere mention of "Downton Abbey" or some other aristocratic tableau is brought to bear. There is something so soothing and elevating and downright dignified about all those well-scrubbed and well-heeled and well-controlled denizens of the social stratosphere.

And although I have sworn off the opiod of "Downton Abbey" in its latest seasonal incarnation, still I find myself longing for that sense of dignity when listening to the political hullabaloo here in the United States.

If there were ever a man better suited to everything the European aristocracy might look down upon, I can't think of one better than Donald Trump. Not only is he obscenely rich, but he manages to fold in a stupidity that is truly mesmerizing. Oh, and did I mention loud? Donald Trump is unabashedly loud in stark contrast to the almost-Japanese reticence of the upper-crust Brits or French.

The man is an embarrassment to the country I belong to. Somehow I imagine the French as being particularly catty and I can't say that I blame them. On the other hand, it was the French who managed to build the 500,000 square feet of Versailles with precisely zero toilets as we know them today. The smell was pretty potent, much as Donald Trump's brickbats are.

Where is the dignity and careful consideration that hunger and education and healthcare and employment and the endless munificence of war deserve in my wishful mind? I don't give a damn where anyone goes or doesn't go to church: Aren't there issues deserving of Lord Grantham's fictitious gravitas?

I think there are.

But I am also somewhat schizophrenic. On the one hand, a little suave certainty, delivered in measured tones, would go a long way to speaking to the whole nation as opposed to addressing some raucous constituency that is fed up with the Lord Grantham wannabes of the past. On the other hand, the ingrown blindness of a lineage that rarely sees beyond its cosseted being has a kind of stupidity that is likewise galling: Scratch the surface and reveal the incestuous politesse that rides roughshod over honest difficulties.

In the midst of the blitzkrieg that is Donald Trump, there is a part of me that loves "Cinderella" and other fairy tales that live happily ever after and have a certain quiet dignity and kindness to them. The tones and notes of the 'good ol' boys' in their good ol' ties calls out to me. And to remain aboveboard, yes, there still is a part of me that thinks anyone with a British accent is, ipso facto, smarter than I am. True, George Orwell, that pin-wielding gadfly in the balloon factory, is a hero of mind, yet even he knew the fine art of five-course silverware. How else could he be so effective?

Is there a middle ground in all of this -- some dignified person not given to bouts of mindless volume on the one hand or consumed by an underlying insistence that "l'├ętat, c'est moi" on the other?

I considered suggesting we give the colonies back to the Brits, but that seems a harsh possibility. So perhaps the answer lies in borrowing someone like Michael Kitchen, an actor whose TV persona as Detective Chief Superintendent Christopher Foyle in "Foyle's War" was credible and quiet and firm ... and could think.

Yes, I think he would do quite nicely.

I just want someone to lie to me with a British accent.

1 comment:

  1. You HAD someone lie to you with a Harvard accent for 8+ years. And he is STILL lying to you and everyone else. How about you spend less time wishing that people would conform to your personal whims and you grow up and smell the coffee. You're 77 years old, for Heaven's sake. Are you telling me you can't comprehend the difference between a man who wants to destroy America from a man who wants to save America just because one speaks softly in Harvard-ese and one speaks in straight-forward TRUTH (Yes, TRUTH) that We the people are able to understand and trust? Perhaps if you think REALLY hard like an adult, you'll "get" why Donald Trump was elected. And PLEASE . . . don't use the tired and erroneous argument that Mr. Trump was NOT elected by the people because the popular vote went to HRC. Remember, you're TRYING to be grown up now . . . so remember, the electoral college was created by the Founding Fathers to protect the minority from the tyranny of the majority. You remember the Founding Father . . . those are the guys who died making America a viable country. And they are spinning in their graves because of the tyranny that has been perpetrated on We the People by the Liberal Elitists, of which you, no doubt, are a member. So, my free advice to you, worth every penny you're paying for it, is to please STOP talking so much and LISTEN. Because I DO listen . . . and that's why I know exactly what Mr. Trump is doing in an effort to save the United States of America. By the way . . . I also speak in Harvard-ese . . . except . . . I don't lie.