Marty Made Me Write This.



Sorry ‘bout the delay in getting back, (Marty) ya’ll. But trying to parse the 100 proof of today’s politics requires that aforementioned bourbon pour, and after five three fingers in four hours, I’ve been clued that Coda Puppy and I, now, somehow, seem to age at the same rate. What was once just another night of some mid-shelf everyday sippin’ whiskey, now locks me down for a full twenty-four.

And to further whore my amateur bore… of the true way that our politics be…I offer for your consideration …. Young Paul the Tall and his very pretty, smart, and caring, Girl Next Door, Mary Ann. They’ve been best friends forever…since Radio Shack sold computers. Now in their early to mid twenties, and with spring in the…our young man’s fancy…Paul turns not to his Mary Ann. Paul’s hero’s journey is to score a walk down the aisle with his Ginger. She, Ginger, is what Paul, our hero, really WANTS.

OK…all surmise here, ( Marty) Gang, but bear with me. Narrative Fiction and Story theory, while variations abound.. a general consensus does seem to suggest that the transformation of the hero occurs when our protagonist realizes that the key to his journey is not to acquire what he WANTS, but to recognize what he NEEDS. In this case his true, and long time, love, our Mary Ann.

(O.K. point of clarification, our Paul, could have wanted revenge, but became our hero when he realized that what he needed was justice.)

Now (Marty), all you heroes, while you ponder that, let me go full Gilligan on ya. Let’s return to the campaign, in fact, not that far back, how ‘bout with Trump, just this week, at a “rally” near Pittsburg.

Throughout the campaign, pundits were screaming about why did.., what’s with, how come, the Trump continually uses The Rolling Stones’, You Can’t Always Get What You Want, as a campaign rally song. In fact the closing campaign song.

No, you can’t always get what you want
You can’t always get what you want
You can’t always get what you want
But if you try sometime you find
You get what you need

Now again, with narrative fiction and story theory. If the protagonist gets what he Wants, that’s not a happy ending. It is, according to the theory…a Tragedy.

Happy Endings come, when you get what ya NEED.

The irony here is as thick as a tick on some hound dog’s hindquarters. And those Trump Jumpers were played to the max. Hell, maybe we all were.

Not all, but many of Donald’s supporters, see the whole damn world as only tribulation, while unable to conjure the other side of the magic. That being, that all people are capable of being heroic, exactly because of our universal, yet inherently personal, tragic nature.

Yes, it’s reads as revision, but there may have been some very bright, sophisticated, and highly cynical folks, who we still know nothing about, who actually ran the 2016 Trump campaign.

You buyin’ any of  this stuff, (Marty) my fellow Americans.

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r.Douglas

I’m spry yet retired. I reside in the inner city of a major metropolitan area of the United States. I read politics. I watch baseball. I hum along with the tune. I June swoon, and moon the bad poem. Post here, are old and new. Opinions are my very own, except when wrong.

3 thoughts on “Marty Made Me Write This.”

  1. Nothing makes me more proud to be the instigator behind such prose. The American people want their entitlements but need their justification for enjoying the venom which permeates every corridor of present power. Doug gets this and forces us to see it whether any of us like it or not. As brother Daltrey sang, “Touch me, feel me.” We’re all victims to this current assault on reason. Welcome to the conglomerate, we’re fired. – Marty

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  2. Reblogged this on Snakes in the Grass and commented:
    To my regular followers, Doug might be a bit out of your comfort zone. But that’s his point anyway. He’s an undeclared poet laureate who endures cold Chicago winters and probably undoubtedly years of Ron Santo, North Side sadness. He might not be your cup of tea, but for those of you who like to take an occasional ride on political poetry, it’s my pleasure to share a master of the craft. He’s also a lover of vinyl and analogue, so he can’t be all bad.

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