Not the merriest of months, this one, for little Donny Thump-Thump.His genius in deceiving some males seems to be abandoning him, just as they recall they have a mother, a sister, a friend. There is a breed standard, after all.
In America, we read that our children of the '80s are un- moved by the dreary logic of preventing forest fires, as a means of democratic self- expression with their ballot. This makes perfect sense, in a system closed to combustion. There's a lady in North Car- olina, would you believe, who travels the world, photograph- ing dumpsters which have suf- fered the same calculation. Here's one from Seville, a place that knows a tyranny as the casino of the street.
I think I can understand the hallucination we know as Lib- ertarianism. It has a lot in common with Mitt Romney's im- mortal discovery of the call for free stuff, even in that endearing impression, chores take care of themselves. But then, too, it holds escapist faith, in the little people, to maintain society's floor. Libertarianism does expose a flaw in Liberalism, whenever they appear on a common plat- form; and that is that it is flat-out boring. You can see where this is going: it must be time to get back to town.
Little more than 5 years ago, we raised the question of deferring the promise of doughnuts as risking a crisis of confi-dence in one of our culture's central tenets. At a certain point, a doughnut delayed begins to feel like a doughnut denied, and back then, the hour of 11:00 seemed to err decisively in that drastic direction. Now, it does not seem to go too far to say, we owe it to the Trump campaign to have identified the many for whom the tardy doughnut has begun to represent that very deprivation, per se, which we were not alone in dreading as an impression indistinguishable from the world as it palpably is. We should have seen it, written in their faces, long ago: eleven is simply too long to wait.
It's not enough to commend the rest of us, for somehow having mastered the art as well as the intent, of loitering for the doughnut shop to open. But it does seem to be the case, that great undiscovered pockets of society have never been filled with the range of interests which can transform frustration into a diverting if not wholly comforting contest. For them, water's only rain.