By now, many of us are experiencing ample doses of vertigo and nausea at the hypnotic repetition of partisan missives lobbed between two hardened perspectives, as the Impeachment unfolds before our glazed eyes. If ever we have witnessed Congressional gridlock, this is it. Checkmate. There is no real dialogue, interaction, nor negotiation. As far as the eye can see there is a severe split, not just between two positions, but between two opposing realities. We see before us absolute political meltdown and ferocious tribal warfare.
In the post reality, you are free to choose your own reality, no matter how absurd, illogical, or dangerous it may be. In the post reality, the mind is set free to invent extraordinary worlds of fabrication, even if that world runs entirely contrary to wisdom, truth, and logic. You may say this is beginning to sound a little like artistic invention, but not at all, because the artist is quite clear about art being art, and reality being reality. In the post reality, the actors pretend to be operating in the zone of the real: they believe firmly and unequivocally in their suspended reality.
It’s not just TRUMP who is on trial, it’s EVERYTHING, as we bear witness to this epic slide into the heart of darkness. The televisual spectacle of the Impeachment Hearings, the scaled up amplification of partisan rancor that puts Watergate to shame, has been the greatest court room drama of all time, revealing every crime imaginable against the democratic system, and for that matter, humanity itself.
XTreme TRUMPological Xcess abounds. In the continuing drama of the Impeachment Hearings, we see unfolding before our unbelieving eyes, a madcap diplomatic adventure in war-torn Ukraine that puts to shame even the most twisted, convoluted, edge-of-your-seat Hollywood sagas. This is one for the ages: as of yesterday, the drama zeroed in on one millionaire hotel magnate cum TRUMP Ambassador to No Good, Gordon Sondland. What a moment!
“I hope today shed’s light rather than generates heat.” – Jon Meacham
Here we are, the impeachment hearings, at the nexus of two opposing realities. It is not TRUMP who is on trial, it is reality itself, or at least the now anachronistic notion of a shared, collective reality. Today, we live in the post reality, in which there is no longer separation between that which is real and that which is not.
He is a weapon of mass dissemination controlling the Network, launching digital missives that reverberate across the mediascape with thunderous retweets and likes. We are, in fact, losing the information war to a totalitarian who has taken one-way control of social media.