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New York Amidst the political Sturm und Drang imposed on us over the past decade by an adjudicated sexual assailant and hamburger hog, we Americans must supply our need of feel-good endorphins from news of uplifting events that coincide with the chaos, corruption and cruelty that oozes daily from a White House soiled by a porcine cryptocurrency grifter who equates the workaday struggles of us ordinary folks—skyrocketing costs of food, clothing, and shelter—with little more than a “big yawn,” as he told reporters in a June 29 press conference. LuckyRead More
New York Upon a wonderful Saturday just two years and eight months from now, a newly elected president of the United States will stand atop a grand staircase of marble and stone at the west front of the Capitol building in Washington. Whomever it shall be, she or he will commence the making of a better world. The winter air will be sweet and clean—sweeping away a toxic stench that has clouded Washington since a certain faux business tycoon and soul mate of the late paedophile and sex trafficker JeffreyRead More
New York He is taller than most men, his girth even greater. Thus do all who follow in his trail struggle in the darkness he creates, and perpetuates. He is wealthier than most, or seems to be. Yet his vulgar mien and the cheapness of his crimes would embarrass a decent gonif. He has been revealed in cultures high and low throughout the world, and across the borders of time and nation. From the ancient Irish proverb, “Is buaine an cine ná an duine,” to the orotund narratives of OrsonRead More
Mit Ross Thomas auf die Gegenwart schauen Lese oder höre ich in den vergangenen Wochen Nachrichten, denke ich oft: Ich lebe nun in einem Roman von Ross Thomas. Und zwar nicht, weil seine Romane prophetisch sind. Sondern weil die Realität so absurd und zugleich real ist wie die Plots seiner Romane. Ein Beispiel: Im „Yellow-Dog-Kontrakt“ will eine Gruppe reicher Geschäftsleute den Ausgang der kommenden Präsidentschaftswahlen zu ihren Gunsten manipulieren. Sie versprechen sich von dem konservativen Kandidaten bessere Bedingungen für ihre Geschäfte. Es geht ihnen nicht um ein konkretes Vorhaben, vielmehrRead More
## New York Listen up, all you true-believers of the “Make America Great Again” persuasion: Congratulations! Your fever dreams have come true. Your seventy-seven million votes in the last presidential election birthed a new nation: the United States of Donald J. Trump, king of white Christo-fascism. Behold thine Führer: a multiply convicted felon, adjudicated fraudster and sexual predator, renowned deadbeat, world-class liar, huckster of gewgaws, serial adulterer, crypto shyster, mad bomber, incontinent vulgarian, six-time bankruptee, racist landlord, flatulent megalomaniac, a man who cakes his face in more makeup than allRead More
NORTH CHATHAM, New York September marked nine months since a convicted felon, habitual deadbeat, and adjudicated sexual assailant was inaugurated as forty-seventh president of the United States. It has been a bumpy ride, to say the least; a short yet chaotic span of time that feels more like nine years. It is near impossible to keep pace with the barrage of Donald J. Trump’s desperate distractions to camouflage his lengthening list of despicable deeds: viz. damnation of political opponents as “leftwing lunatics” and “scum”; an oafish speech given during theRead More
EDGARTOWN, Massachusetts Even here on Martha’s Vineyard, the balmy island retreat for east coast cosmopolitans, it is difficult to get through an otherwise pleasant day without news of the latest vile, repulsive, revolting, obnoxious, abhorrent, racist, disgraceful, or flat-out stupid act by the president of the United States—an incontinent boor with a ridiculous yellow hairdo stomping and clomping his way across the world stage. With its beaches and charming villages and excellent seafood restaurants, the Vineyard offers seaside refuge from urban cacophony. But it does not nor cannot assure respiteRead More
New York On a winter’s morning four years hence, citizens of the United States and the world beyond shall know a date that will live in boldface ecstasy: Saturday, 20 January 2029. For at high noon on that blessed day, the fascistic Washington regime goes poof! as we Americans inaugurate a new president—a man or woman certain to restore national decency by merely showing up. In the weeks leading up to Inauguration ‘29, the Flatulent Führer, as he is known by those trapped in his vapor trail, will take timeRead More
New York Had she not proudly held high her protest sign—punctuated with a profanity she could not recall ever using in sixty-eight years of life—I might not have noticed the small, quiet woman in the boisterous crowd. Her voice was soft; her silver hair was tucked beneath the hood of a red parka worn against the cool drizzle of early spring; the top of her head barely reached my shoulders. It was Saturday afternoon in midtown Manhattan. She fell into step beside me as we marched slowly down Fifth Avenue,Read More
New York As I write, the month of March stumbles toward April, bleeding all the way. Soon we shall mark seventy-one consecutive days of fascist chaos that commenced on January 20 with the second presidential inauguration of a criminal farce by the name Donald J. Trump. With spring in sight after winter’s final act, I am mindful of sobering lines from “The Wasteland,” the epic poem by American-born British essayist and poet T.S. Eliot (1888-1965)— April is the cruellist month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land… What are theRead More
New York Sleight of hand, the magician’s trick of distraction and fascination is the basic operating procedure of a nascent dictatorship in Washington led by a one-time reality TV performer and convicted felon with sweaty dreams of becoming a man the world has never seen before: the ruling monarch of America. The would-be king is not intelligent, but he is single-minded. And sufficiently cunning to take his cues from a competent magician’s patter whilst misdirecting his audience. As when, classically, the sleight of hand artist places a vigorously shuffled deckRead More
New York Dateline: Berlin, 1933—On a bitter cold morning in late January, the convicted criminal who incited a deadly insurrection was officially sworn to office as his country’s head of state. In his inaugural address, he pledged to restore national honor. Flash forward ninety-two years: Dateline: Washington, 2025—On a bitter cold morning in late January, the convicted criminal who incited a deadly insurrection was officially sworn to office as his country’s head of state. In his inaugural address, he pledged to restore national honor. Each fervent pledge—“Machen Sie Deutschland wiederRead More
„Wir alle heiraten einen Fremden“ Immer wieder erinnert sich Jacy auf dieser Reise an die Worte ihrer Mutter: „Wir alle heiraten einen Fremden.“ Und immer mehr versteht sie sie. Die Lehrerein aus New York ist schwanger. Mit ihrem Mann Jed, der Neonschilder herstellt, ist sie auf einem 1000-Meilen-Trip in die einsamen Wälder der abgelegenen Upper Peninsula in Michigan, um Jeds Vater, ihren Schwiegervater, kennenzulernen. In der Wildnis Michigans lernt sie auch unbekannte Seiten ihres Mannes kennen. Jacy ist die Icherzählerin in „Hüte dich vor der Frau“, dem neuen Roman derRead More
New York Apologies, dear readers. Last month’s contribution to this space was an optimistic prediction on the outcome of November’s presidential election here in the United that went horribly wrong. The improbable victory of Donald J. Trump in 2024 was even more improbable than his winning a first four-year term back in 2016. Along with virtually every other journalist, I thought too highly of my countrymen this second time around. Having lost their senses, a tick more than half the American electorate returned Mr. Trump to the White House, whichRead More
VICTOR, Idaho From deep in the heart of what the chattering calls “Trump Country,” otherwise known as the Mountain West state of Idaho, I write on the eve of America’s momentous presidential election. Thousands of miles from the place I call home—New York City—relentless forecasts of Election Day outcome are broadcast on network television news programs hosted by well-coiffed commentators and insufferably confident pollsters. “Thumb suckers,” is what old newspapermen such as myself call their jabberings. At this point, they sound like buzzy flies in a butcher shop at summertime.Read More
NEW ORLEANS, Louisiana It is the fateful afternoon of September 15, a Sunday. I am sitting in a hotel lobby in this storied city, where the Mississippi River flows gently into the Gulf of Mexico; the “Big Easy,” it’s called. I am enjoying a café au lait as I read an interesting article about a poet from Boston named Amy Silberman who died here back in 1994 when bullets rained down from the sky… … until I am interrupted by an alarm on my smartphone telling me of semi-disturbing news:Read More
New York City America’s predominant criminal and aspiring autocrat is fast losing his grip, mentally and politically. The incipient collapse of Donald J. Trump and his second attempt to win reëlection brings joy, or at least relief, to a land sick and tired of his fascist following and flatulent presence. The Mar-a-Lago man grows and lazier and crazier by the day as he indulges his obsessions—misogyny and mendacity, persecution and retribution. His only solace is the golf course. It is there, in manicured fairways he navigates aboard a motorized cartRead More
New York Two men with no desire to shake hands entered a broadcast studio in Atlanta one night in late June as player-combatants in a political drama routinely misnomered as debate. In reality, what the viewing audience beheld that night was a television art form as preposterous as professional wrestling. This time, sadly preposterous. As commentator Audie Cornish of CNN Television dubbed the event, “The Infirm versus the Unstable.” At screen right that night stood Joseph Robinette Biden, the Infirm: a slim and balding family man six feet in heightRead More
NEW YORK CITY The victory of May 30 was sweet, and we deserve to savor it. With the whole world watching, a jury of twelve everyday New Yorkers delivered a unanimous verdict in the criminal trial of a former president—a trial of historic measure that awakens my country from eight years of despairing fear; a trial that sets us free from cynicism, for however brief a time; a trial whose outcome allows us, once again, to know pride in being American. Late in the afternoon of May 30, Donald JohnRead More
New York A well-meaning lie told every day in this abominable Age of Trump is the old whopper, “No one is above the law.” Here in the United States—home to Wall Street swindlers, bible-thumping perverts, and crypto-currency hustlers—such perjury comforts the masses. But for those who recognize fables, the whopper du jure distracts from what we yearn to hear: the sound of an iron door clanging shut behind the Mar-a-Lago crime boss after he’s been frog-marched down the concrete corridor of a penitentiary and shoved into a windowless cell furnishedRead More
New York Late January saw the opening acts in a calliope of crime and calumny that will entertain, irk and frighten the world as the United States lurches into the final months of this year’s presidential election campaign season. A pair of preliminary contests has now determined the people’s choice—people of the Republican Party that is—to oppose President Joe Biden on Election Day come November 5. The man of the hour: • A bloviating, orange-complexioned, professed billionaire with poufy yellow hair, freshly ordered by a federal court to payRead More
Jackboot Dreams Plotting a Dark American FutureFinding a way out of no wayby Thomas Adcock Copyright © 2023 – Thomas Adcock NEW ORLEANS, Louisiana—U.S.A. Somewhere beyond this jazzy gumbo of a multi-cultural southern city—most likely in the northern mountain state of Idaho—lives a strange and über-wealthy man who advertises himself as “fated to become a warlord” in the cause of Donald J. Trump and his criminal cult of tattooed street brawlers, mouth-breathing yahoos and perfidious plutocrats who together have subsumed half the governing duopoly of America, i.e. the reprehensible RepublicanRead More
Escape from Madness Spouting Curses, Waving Signs ‘Something in me died’ by Thomas Adcock Copyright © 2023 – Thomas Adcock NEW YORK CITY, near America October 7 leaves us with yet another milepost along the highway of human depravity. Yet another foul deposit for the cesspool of tribalism; yet more billions enroute to the munitions industry coffers; yet more crime without consequence; yet more thunderous certitude sung by the usual chorus of fools and fomenters with opposing claims to The Truth, the Whole Truth, and nothing but The Truth. YetRead More
Farewell to Democracy? The Lady Will Remain Standing ‘I would have opened fire’ by Thomas Adcock Copyright © 2023 – Thomas Adcock NEW YORK CITY, near America Consider these few hours in the repugnant life of a certain bailed-out criminal suspect, adjudicated sex abuser, world-class liar, and renown deadbeat who commands one-half of an American political duopoly that has devolved into a fascist confederation of the rich, the rascals, the racists, and the rubes: It was a Monday afternoon in late September when the suspect, odds-on favorite to captureRead More
Summer Hellfire & The Zombie Trump ‘I feel kind of sick’ by Thomas Adcock Copyright © 2023 – Thomas Adcock MARTHA’S VINEYARD, Massachusetts—U.S.A. Overwhelming the abominations of Donald J. Trump and his cult of conspiracist fools and fascists who would trash common decency and smash the soul of American democracy is a profoundly greater horror: climate change that is burning our planet, a reality that Mr. Trump dismisses as a “hoax” invented by China. Since global weather statistics were established in 1850, no summer has been more hellish thanRead More
Traitor ‘I’m the only one who can save this nation’ by Thomas Adcock Copyright © 2023 – Thomas Adcock NEW YORK CITY, near America The latest (but not the last) criminal indictment filed against one of the world’s foremost mobsters opens with these simple yet momentous words: THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA v. DONALD J. TRUMP Under the nearly fifty-page indictment, Mr. Trump is accused of traitorous conduct as delineated under the U.S. Espionage Act. The federal government has charged the man who ran the federal government from 2017-21 withRead More
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Stella liest. “Writers writing on writers“ – das klingt wie Dada, wie Gertrude Stein. Eliot Weinberger hat die Kategorie erfunden, oder gefunden, jedenfalls gibt es sie, yes, sagt Stella, yes yes. Julia Howe: „My voice formed from my life belongs to no one else.” Das Leben eines Avatars. Stella die Stimme, Stella die Pose – und nu? – Berühre mich, fordert D. Wie soll das genau gehen. Wo wir am Ende alle, etc. – Try-out. Stella die vorgeschickt wird. Die sucht und findet: die innere Leere. So still wie die Stille hinter den Geräuschen, die irgendetwas mit dem Weltall zu tun hat (vermutet Stella).
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