What the TDS’ers Got Right

Invocation of Nemesis



by the Summoners
 

Click on Rosie.

Thought I’d get this part out of the way right up front. I’m reminded of Oscar Wilde’s famous quip about the upper class British sport of fox hunting: “The unspeakable in pursuit of the inedible.”

As it happens, I’m working on two different posts at the same time this morning. This one and another one about the sad PR plight afflicting the unfortunate middle child of the three worst First Ladies in American history.. 

What the posts have in common is that the dominating element of both stories is a function of female psychology and can only be understood in those terms. There’s also the irony that Wilde’s jibe can be applied with some justice to both predator and prey in the two posts.

Because I’m going to admit at the outset what most of the MAGA faithful won’t. You are right that Donald Trump is responsible for much of the imminent danger we are facing as a nation. Without his arrival on the political scene 11 years ago, the country would still have been in deep trouble, but far more invisibly, because no one would have noticed the accelerating speed of our national toboggan ride downhill to ruin. Almost everyone everywhere would have been shrugging and tut-tutting a lot about how bad everything is getting, but what can you do? That’s the 21st Century American Way. No one in particular to blame…

Except that’s not what happened. Since the moviegoing audience is suddenly keyed in to Greek Mythology with the surprise box office performance of Christopher Nolan’s The Odyssey, it might be a good time for our overwhelmingly secular audience to hear how pagan notions of bloody justice might have seeped into our subconscious belief systems.

There was a Greek goddess (of course) named Nemesis, who, well, let Google’s AI Assistant tell you:

What could better describe 21st Century America than “too much wealth, luck, power, without showing humility”? As a people we have focused so much on our material wants and physical appetites that we allowed the Government to get far bigger, more expensive, more inept, and more corrupt than a healthy nation can withstand. 

This has nothing to do with strict, old-time religion. It doesn’t even rise to that level. It’s more elemental than that. It’s about a striving toward the bottom of everything that has gradually eliminated education, emotional discipline, sexual modesty, family values, and productive utilitarian conventions like marriage, reverence for motherhood, and everyday language that doesn’t stink of brothels and cesspools. 

What cultural changes have accompanied this descent, which is everywhere obvious around us, except to those with the peculiarly female gift of not seeing anything we don’t want to see, not accepting logic of any kind, and feeling absolutely entitled to “lose our shit” at anyone and anything that keeps us from getting our way?

What summons Nemesis is a kind of basic suppurating ugliness that offends the real divinities, not the clay-footed idols of politics, the mass media, and show business exhibitionism. She was, has been, summoned by all of the people now conspicuously falling victim to the illness known as TDS.

Which is, and I stress this point, understandable only in these terms. The danger to the terrified and hateful is very real. Nemesis has acquired a persona designed expressly for the purpose of fanning the flames higher and higher until they consume the ones who set the fires in the first place. Nemesis destroys by forcing her enemies to expose themselves in all their self-obsessed venality. That’s what the two Presidencies and the four years in between in which he was needlessly marked and set upon for total destruction have wrought. (Pretty much all the evidence necessary that he is also inedible.)

Is the country in trouble because he has pushed the sick mania into the red zone? Yes indeedy. When people who just ten years ago were still lying about their patriotism, their love for children, their integrity as highly paid professionals in every conceivable discipline are now openly and violently opposed to all of those ideals, the nation is in a state of high-speed decline.

Does he know that’s what he’s doing? Yes and no. At some level the left brain of the President is still trying to save the nation he was born into. The right side of his brain, though, is where the female persona of Nemesis resides. She doesn’t want to hear about what you think you believe in, what you like and dislike, what’s so right about being so wrong. This is the part of the mind a woman retreats into when she knows the love, the marriage, the vows are now meaningless fossils to be thrown out with the trash.

I can hear the ones in the peanut gallery spluttering about the patriarchal male toxicity of Trump. How womanish of you. You haven’t noticed what you can’t stop talking and shrieking about. The hair obsession, the smear-on artificial tan, all those gold accessories, the utter inability to stop talking when there’s some notion flying off the top of his head, the absolute necessity of always and forever having the last word of any argument, no matter how trivial… no doubt a recognition Rosie is groping for when she talks unstoppably on about the tiny size of a dick none of the measurers have ever seen and can only assess by the siring, at the advanced age of 60, of a bright, handsome 6’ 9” son.

Oh yes. The man is in there too. Most definitely. Why Nemesis chose to join with him. Why absolutely everything you do to piss this hybrid pagan entity off only redounds to your own destruction. You summoned him. Not just the women. All the TDS’ers, including the men who yammer about taking him out behind the barn. You’re not men anymore. You’re humiliated egomaniacs with too many blue pills poisoning your brain. (Why you have no candidates for President in 2028.) All of you. He is answering your summons. Why those who invest so much emotional and physical capital will fall into apocalyptic personal destruction.

No storm troopers necessary. You are the weapons of his conquest over you.

Whether the nation can survive it is another matter. But we have survived everything else for 250 years so far. 

I know you won’t think about it. You haven’t thought about anything in so long you don’t even know the self you were 20 years ago would sneer and give you the back of his hand.

Here’s a song to sing you to sleep. Don’t worry about the lyrics. They don’t matter. They’re just wallpaper. Perfect backdrop for your bedtime.


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