The DSM IV, beddy-byes page turner that it is, holds some damn fine wisdom about the American presidency. Antisocial personality disorder, in all it's togs, ensembles and provocations, is in the book. Borderline personality disorder is listed there, telling us all that some people lie, engage mental cruelty, have a history of mental illness other than the one up top of the page, and are dangerously manipulative. In both disorders, the level of emotional maturity within the personage ranges from near normal adult to very shitty infant. Tossing in the air the red covered bible of mental problems, the book lands clumsily, grandiloquently open to 'histrionic personality disorder.'
Today's shit storm in words is the relationship between histrionics, and a seemingly bothersome electoral victory, orange rose pedals raining on the blue suit shoulders of The Donald. He won the electoral vote mainly because he is more entertaining than Hillary. Neither candidate was comprehensible or tolerable to persons hooked on Immanuel Kant's pure reason. In a media society, Kant is invisible or reduced to inert media fluff. Any decent student of philosopher Edmond Husserl would be pissed right now that no one is noting election time points relating to his 'da sein' and 'mit sein,' These two deadly fine concepts of place reference and validation by material ownership don't have a fiddler's chance of clarifying incoming reality. There isn't much an individual can do to alter the last or the incoming government. One pick pick gnat shit out of pepper. Or orange pedals from brutal facts. Maybe I should turn my long steel flashlight on the voting public.
I'm seeing a regular Gong Show style media freak show on the internet and on television. In print as well, though I don't see much of that costly reader's pal. Ordinary folks, by the thousand have been engaging in public and private histrionics. But celebrities have been going farther. One of the prevailing theories is that West Coast film business is complicit with the New World Order, and Hillary was their girl, thus many popular media personalities are in lurid professional mourning over her loss. A rivaling explanation is that entertainers tend to be histrionic personality types, some to the point of total dysfunction, which is the whole point of printing the DSM IV, which is to fix what's wrong with people. The book reads like an automobile repair manual. A computer print out of a mental patient's psychiatric evaluation reads in precise parity with a computer print out of your Cadillac's or Ferrari's state inspection.
So the histrionic candidate best gets elected by being the best media product between the two. If there is any substance in it, the winner is better able to serve diplomacy, which, at current techno-socialization, is like negotiating talk show to talk show. Late Night With Donald will chow down and talk with the Korean Dictatorship Comedy Hour. No more Winston Churchill hunkers down with Stalin, Hitler and Cary Grant. History had all that that it wants. Now history is is a digital recording, and can be sent anywhere on the Internet. Thank heavens people no longer have to meet, choke on each other's halitosis, and fail to arrive at an agreement. This is the very coronation time for a great and wonderful histrionic soul. People should quit trying to fuck it all up, and groove on it. It can't be successfully defeated. It can't be reasoned with. But people can still be fairly fucking cool until further notice. Things are dicey. No reason to be a total pecker-head. You can still read Kant. And behave like a histrionic personality, as described in the DSM IV. It too fucking grand.
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Today's shit storm in words is the relationship between histrionics, and a seemingly bothersome electoral victory, orange rose pedals raining on the blue suit shoulders of The Donald. He won the electoral vote mainly because he is more entertaining than Hillary. Neither candidate was comprehensible or tolerable to persons hooked on Immanuel Kant's pure reason. In a media society, Kant is invisible or reduced to inert media fluff. Any decent student of philosopher Edmond Husserl would be pissed right now that no one is noting election time points relating to his 'da sein' and 'mit sein,' These two deadly fine concepts of place reference and validation by material ownership don't have a fiddler's chance of clarifying incoming reality. There isn't much an individual can do to alter the last or the incoming government. One pick pick gnat shit out of pepper. Or orange pedals from brutal facts. Maybe I should turn my long steel flashlight on the voting public.
I'm seeing a regular Gong Show style media freak show on the internet and on television. In print as well, though I don't see much of that costly reader's pal. Ordinary folks, by the thousand have been engaging in public and private histrionics. But celebrities have been going farther. One of the prevailing theories is that West Coast film business is complicit with the New World Order, and Hillary was their girl, thus many popular media personalities are in lurid professional mourning over her loss. A rivaling explanation is that entertainers tend to be histrionic personality types, some to the point of total dysfunction, which is the whole point of printing the DSM IV, which is to fix what's wrong with people. The book reads like an automobile repair manual. A computer print out of a mental patient's psychiatric evaluation reads in precise parity with a computer print out of your Cadillac's or Ferrari's state inspection.
So the histrionic candidate best gets elected by being the best media product between the two. If there is any substance in it, the winner is better able to serve diplomacy, which, at current techno-socialization, is like negotiating talk show to talk show. Late Night With Donald will chow down and talk with the Korean Dictatorship Comedy Hour. No more Winston Churchill hunkers down with Stalin, Hitler and Cary Grant. History had all that that it wants. Now history is is a digital recording, and can be sent anywhere on the Internet. Thank heavens people no longer have to meet, choke on each other's halitosis, and fail to arrive at an agreement. This is the very coronation time for a great and wonderful histrionic soul. People should quit trying to fuck it all up, and groove on it. It can't be successfully defeated. It can't be reasoned with. But people can still be fairly fucking cool until further notice. Things are dicey. No reason to be a total pecker-head. You can still read Kant. And behave like a histrionic personality, as described in the DSM IV. It too fucking grand.
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