The Loser

Darth Cheney: jeebus: he’s pretty much a cartoon character these days, isn’t he? No longer really recognizable, much less acceptable, as an actual human being. He is simply fiction, and, I’m pretty sure, always has been. Somebody—fucking with us—just made the shit up. And then rolled it into Reality.

For what he really is, is Simon Legree, whuppin’ on them Negroes; Snidely he be loserWhiplash, tying Little Nell to the tracks; some ur-version of Ebenezer Scrooge, one that Dickens ultimately abandoned, papers fed to the fire, because he was way too creepy and Wrong for anyone, for even a moment, to Believe.

This we Know, most recently, because, when the black man announced some modest proposed reductions to the US death industry—which has grown swollen to the size of a thousand-million Harkonnens—Darth ran utterly wild, all over the land, preaching and screeching that the black man thereby means to rain down upon the nation Doom and Destruction.

“This really is over the top,” Darth Legree thundered. “It does enormous long-term damage to our military.”

“He would much rather spend the money on food stamps,” Ebenezer Cheney chundered, “than he would on a strong military.”

And this is wrong . . . exactly how?

Food stamps feed people. Who would otherwise go hungry. They are implements of Eros.

The military is about killing people and breaking things. It is the apotheosis of Thanatos.

Weird. That this planet is still so primitive, that anyone, at all, would, ever, take seriously, a being who asserts that resources should be dedicated to death, rather than life.

Oh well. Darth is over, of course. He, and his, are like those soldiers in combat who, running, are shot and killed, but their legs continue to carry them on, sometimes for quite a number of paces, before they look down, and notice that they are dead.

Darth is an agent of Thanatos. And therefore The Loser.

Because Eros, always, is ascendant over Thanatos. This is the one thing I know. Always has been, is now, always will be. Else life would not continue. Though it has. And does. And will.


4 Responses to “The Loser”

  1. 1 Miep March 12, 2014 at 8:42 pm

    I really don’t understand why people don’t read you more, blueness. You never disappoint.

  2. 3 sally March 25, 2014 at 12:56 pm

    oh, oh, oh — You are NO loser — sadly, some of us just fall asleep some times– and do you think Darth practices speaking out of the left corner of his bizarre mouth –as if paying homage to your insight of his cartoonish being?

    • 4 bluenred March 29, 2014 at 12:16 am

      I am not exactly sure what is going on with the Darth mouth.

      I do know that when Darth was a wee lad, the then-titans of Male American Cinema were Humphrey Bogart and George Raft, both of whom repeatedly demonstrably displayed curled snarled lips seemingly frozen at one corner.

      It is, perhaps, that Darth, he is emulating these men.

      If so, it is right and meet.

      For, the core of the performances of both Bogart and Raft, in those days, involved men who were Afraid.

      As Darth, all his life, as I observed here, has been Afraid.

      So let it be written. So let his mouth be frozen in fear.

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