Tuesday, May 24, 2016

smells like dead things

I'm glad to report that Jim Kunstler has returned to us, and wrote a great column this week.

Not that he's gone anywhere. It's just that his wonderfully named blog, Clusterfuck Nation, has been uncharacteristically horrible lately. Last week he reached a new low when he chose the transgender bathroom controversy as his topic. I found the result unreadable, and nothing from April or May is up to his usual standard.

Kunstler does his best work when his topic is free ranging and improvisational riffing on the Great American Meltdown. That's what he returned to this morning, and it's an approach that produces paragraphs like this:

Things go eerily quiet and still before the California primaries. At this stage, the two major parties have discredited themselves so thoroughly that a necrotic stink wafts around the election of ’16. Who put that road-kill possum in Hillary’s podium? Why does Donald look every week more and more like a lurching Golem? The parties are rudderless. Their leaders range the decks like wailing revenants. It’s as if the mortal remains of Millard Fillmore and James Buchanan have come from the grave to eat the brains of Debbie Wasserman Schultz and Reince Priebus. The rectified essence of every zombie fantasy churned out of Hollywood seeps through the capillaries of the dying political establishment, as it stews and ferments and waits to be loaded on the garbage barge of history.

The questions posed therein are purely rhetorical, and answer themselves. Hillary herself is the dead possum, and Trump looks like a "lurching golem" 'cause that's eggs ackley what he is.

It's great to see you back, Jim. Your country needs you, more than it could ever know.

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