#287: Agog and Magog

yeah, that part with Trump is simply astonishing, and to read that Michael did that on the fly is just insane..... Super-Cannes novel arrived, but still need to read. 52-year old me mostly just ignores the news now, but I can see how so many people really do live for the EIKΩNOSPHERE.

Fuck that's the one idea I forgot. Fuck. I'm doing episodes like these on straight schizo flow, so I drop something now and then, and this would've required changing some dramaturgical mechanics, but FUCK ... I was going to have Obama I be crucified facing the cross so Obama II could eat his ass

different song, but: “When james taylor said he was going to Carolina in his mind he was talking about how he got mkultra'd at that mental hospital in Massachusetts by some military guys” still an all-time tweet

I gave my life to shamanism, the Sickness Vocation, and sometimes that requires me to speak the way a man or woman WOULD speak if he/she were capable. I have to tell you what Donald Trump would say if he could fuckin' talk

I believe 100% what I said while possessed by Trump, re: Hope and her genus. He loves to be surrounded by what he considers gorgeous women (no offense, Hope, just not my type) because he loves to imply that no matter how old or decrepit or diseased he gets, his sexual charisma is so overpowering that he can fuck all of them. And he also has an idea of sexual relations that you can't even really call "transactional," because that implies he's aware of something non-transactional; he thinks the whole point of fucking women is to prove that you can fuck those particular women, which you're proving almost entirely for other men, and if it involves money and access and all that shit, of course it does! That's how it works! But I believe that he would be utterly repulsed by ANY of those stereotypically "beautiful" young women actually trying to fuck him, like initiating a sexual encounter, because Trump (among many, many others) has a creed: CULTURALLY GAY, SEXUALLY RAPE. To fuck Hope Hicks because Hope Hicks made some attempt to fuck him ... disgusting. Revolting. We're looking, frankly, at a whole new set of pussy topography down there – and I do not believe that Donald J. Trump has ever paid a second of sincere attention to one single pussy in his life – plus whatever else is going on with her, PLUS, most abhorrently of all, SHE has clearly set the terms of this engagement, at least in theory. This is HER idea of how to get something SHE wants, and I really truly hate to tell you this, I hate to tell to whole audience, but this country – this WORLD – is still rife with young good-looking people who would fuck Donald Trump of their own volition. Some of them just want to say they did it. Some are fascinated by the unimaginable divide between "Donald Trump," this object you see all the time, and the actual moving flesh of Donald Trump. Some – and I have preached this if nothing else, which has made the reaction to the previous episode much stranger than I would've guessed – care always and only about THE EIKΩNOSPHERE. They're desperate to make some kind of contact, to slide along the fluid-exchange layer of, this fucking THING that is probably the biggest functional EIKΩN of their lives, in terms of frequency, bandwidth, ubiquity, power to operate simultaneously on the most registers of reality. Some of these women, and I salute them and sincerely wish them well, are Lee Harvey Oswald. And then, bleakest, briefest of all, adjacent to the Eikon but not quite: there are so many people in this world, SO many, more than you could possibly dream in your grimmest prophetic spasms, who get painfully horny in the presence of great wealth, power, or fame. I could name any number, I could enumerate any list of names, but I could never make you understand – and believe me, I hardly understand, this disciplinary tuition did not land easily upon ME, either – but I could never really make another person (or myself) understand how many human beings are shamelessly, directly TORQUED for money, fame, and power. No apologetics, no self-justification, and anecdotally, I've found that THEY think YOU'RE weird for not behaving as they behave. I say all this, but especially the last paragraph, to say that (since we're focusing on a man who's culturally gay, but sexually rape) there are women all over the world, women who would be considered "beautiful" by any sort of large-scale standard, who would fuck Donald Trump if they got in a room with him. The exact same would be true of beautiful men, if Trump was conventionally gay, or beautiful men, if Trump were a woman, or any applicable combination of A and B. It has nothing to do with whom one's "field" might be, who falls in the category of people that one might see and think "Abstractly, I could fuck that person." Totally beyond gender, from the nastiest most right-wing sense of the term (in my academic days, that ugly little obsession was often called "bioessentialism," or just "biologism," which I preferred because it tied the entire notion of "gender" to the preposterousness of human empirico-rationalist "science" and "epistemology" in general) to the absolute most personalized self-understanding of "gender," in the full knowledge of how mutable a concept it has ALWAYS been, and how the concept of a rigid "two-gender society" is somewhere between infinitely rare and fully nonexistent in our knowledge of all pre-existing human civilization. The point is simply this: if you're rich, or famous, or powerful, and especially if you're more than one of those, "beautiful" people will fuck you. And this is LOATHSOME to Donald Trump. He does not want to fuck Hope Hicks. There's a new Hope Hicks now – I think she's been gone for a while, actually – named Natalie Harp, iirc?, and Donald Trump does NOT want to fuck Natalie Harp. He wants YOU to believe that he COULD fuck Natalie Harp, and that's probably true, but that is the extent of his fixation: what YOU believe he could do. Because, and I really mean what I'm saying here, and think it might be a useful contribution to the study of these phenomena, Trump wants to "fuck" a woman if and only if "everyone else" – primarily the woman herself – "thinks he can't do it." The definitions of "everyone else" and "thinks he can't do it" are, of course, his own, and weren't so rigorous BEFORE he was medically dying every few hours, but this is a guy who would call in his own "anonymous tips" about how he fucked real good when he was already a massive celebrity, already richer than God, already fucking whatever "the It Girl" meant in his circle ... and that turned out to mean nothing, because what he really wants is to PROVE YOU WRONG. He need to hear you say "No way!," and then needs to do whatever you just said he can't do. And this is hardly unique to Trump – Donald Sterling, for fuck's sake – but he might be the most vivid, inescapable specimen of this phenomenon in American history, and it's important to pay attention. Everybody else knows that "every woman in the world is dying to fuck you": fantastic. Women actually do try to fuck you: starts out gratifying, as an ontological reversal of the previous state, but eventually becomes disgusting, because you're not WINNING anything, you're not TAKING anything, you're not PROVING ANYONE WRONG. And this is part of why I mentioned Bill Clinton – he's straight, but he's even more rape than straight. Bill Clinton has never, ever, ever struggled to get laid, and he's still a fucking RAPIST!, because that's like the greatest recognition of all – for Bill Clinton, committing a rape is like being a shitty dumb actor in shitty dumb movies who then makes his Serious Turn and wins Best Actor. Everybody knew you could do all that OTHER shit, but my god, how their respect, how their admiration, how their esteem for you just grows and grows and grows when you prove that you can also do Serious Work – indeed, that you could've been doing Serious Work this whole time, better than all your Serious Contemporaries!, but chose not to, for reasons that suddenly become Fascinating, Enigmatic, Profound, reasons that will get your dick licked every 15 minutes between now and your next Big Serious Role. Bill Clinton needs you to know that he's a genius, and he can get away with "being a genius" anytime he wants to. Hence – and this is going to be all over the episode about pervert shit in GRAVITY'S RAINBOW, and I've got so much goddamn material for it, I've been adding things for more than a decade, but then I get into "Here's where my brain needs to live for 10 days so I can do this right," and more than once, that's been a major factor in a suicide attempt – Epstein. Epstein, their god. Epstein, who Just Did It. Epstein who dispensed with all the normal feints and customs of courtly "genius" like they never existed at all. There are many, many reasons a Trump or Clinton would love Jeffrey Epstein, and I'm sure you can name about 100 of your own, but part of it is simply this: like Satan says of himself in the Book of Job, he's been "going to and fro in the earth, and walking up and down in it," and at every step, he raped both children and the world into the shape he wanted them to take, and he never had to give a speech or run for office or make pathetic pleading 3 a.m. calls to campaign donors. He did only, and exactly, what the Trumps and Clintons dreamt of doing: he behaved like a faceless secondary God, no name, no office, known only to Those Who Know, and he took it as both pleasure and vocation to identify the First God's slips and errors and to rape them into shape.

There's some epistemological work to be done on Trump, with the unfortunate caveat that Trump himself makes it impossible. Is Donald Trump racist? Absolutely. But if Donald Trump thinks everyone else is as racist as he is, or even more so – and in his world, that's probably true – then how do you evaluate "prejudice"? In this rare thing, a case of absolute and tangible solipsism, can he actually BE anything if, as he believes, everyone else is also him? Just worse?

This was supposed to be a 10-minute intro, but then I kept thinking of things for the TV guy to say, and started making up more and more of the day's events up to that point. So in these 95-ish minutes, I vaguely knew I wanted Obama to sacrifice himself to himself like Odin, and I vaguely knew that Trump needed to surive being shot 70 times. Not as written bits, nothing scripted, just those two basic beats. Everything else in this episode was completely made up in the moment

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