A favorite phrase of Il Douchebag, which he often applies without any reasonable signification, is “like a dog.” While watching the fascist horror arising in Portland, Oregon, and wondering about where the kidnapped protestors might be taken for further interrogation and bodily harm, I was reminded of Franz Kafka’s The Trial. The link occurs in the final lines of Kafka’s great novel:
Where was the judge he’d never seen? Where was the high
court he’d never reached? He raised his hands and spread
out all his fingers.
But the hands of one man were right at K.’s throat,
while the other thrust the knife into his heart and
turned it there twice. With failing sight K. saw how
the men drew near his face, leaning cheek-to-cheek
to observe the verdict. “Like a dog!” he said; it seemed
as though the shame was to outlive him.
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In an age of Data Mining, Facebook Scrapes, and Truthiness, is Occam’s Razor still a valid approach to critical thinking?
Everyday I am bombarded by political analysis which asks if Bunker Boy Donald is a Fascist, a Con-Man, a Moron. It goes without saying that Der Drumpt is all of those and then some, but does being a Racist, even a delusional Racist who lies and cheats, bringing chaos and cruelty to the American way of Life, sufficiently explain what is actually going on?
Today the big question is, despite a recent tell-all book revealing that Der Drumpt is only concerned for his own well-being and his own reelection, Bunker Boy seems to be doing everything he can to turn-off vast numbers of citizens of this country, systematically reducing any chance he has for reelection.
Continue reading “Here Comes the Bus”