Keeper of the Clown Bell

The spawn of Norman Vincent Peale and Roy Cohn, Trump has stomped through life armed with the obstinate, self-centered tenets of optimistic thinking and the sneering, deep-seated lessons of attack, attack, attack. He creates chaos, and then he responds to that chaos, withstanding it, even embracing it, feeding on it—and then he outlasts the outrage, emerging not only alive but emboldened.
“Hey, look, I had a cold spell from 1990 to ’91,” Trump said almost a quarter-century ago to a reporter from New York magazine, referring to the breakup of his marriage to the mother of his first three children, his affair with a busty, B-movie actress and the reckless spending and negligent management of his company that left him nearly a billion dollars in debt—all of which was covered breathlessly by the press. “I was beat up in business and in my personal life. But you learn that you’re either the toughest, meanest piece of shit in the world, or you just crawl into a corner, put your finger in your mouth, and say, ‘I want to go home.’ You never know until you’re under pressure how you’re gonna react.”

You’re motherfuckin’ right! You get up off the mat or you take the KO and slink back to your corner and if getting up off the mat causes “chaos”, well, that’s just great as far as I’m concerned. Why? Because chaos is the way the world really is and all the systems of control are illusions created to make people feel safe and secure while reading their magazines on the Martha’s Vineyard beach or kick’n back on their couch looking at the boob tube after a long day in their cube. Note:

• The Butterfly Effect of North Korea and Kim Ill Ill’n
• Unpredictability of “Climate Change”
• Order / Disorder Chaos in the Middle East
• Mixing of Priebus and Bannon
• Feedback of #FakeNews