Sometimes I fancy I’m the wise old man on the mountain, which isn’t too much of a stretch, being that I’m getting older every day and I live on a mountain. I go on long hikes through silent woods, hands clasped tightly behind my back, pondering the sorry state of affairs in the valley below, imagining that I’ll return home to the machine, plug myself into the system and cough up some hairball sort of solution to said sorry state.
But lately, this old man hasn’t been feeling so wise. There’s a knot that’s been twisting in my stomach since the Associated Press declared former Secretary of State Hillary Clinton the Democratic Party presidential nominee one day before the June 7 California primary. You remember, the primary that was supposed to matter for once.
I’d known all along the fix was in, it’s always in when the Clintons are involved, demonstrated once again last week by former president Bill Clinton’s impromptu meeting with Attorney General Loretta Lynch on the tarmac at a private Phoenix airport, just days before the FBI, which Lynch oversees, questioned Hillary in regard to the now notorious home brew private server she used for both public and private business while serving as Secretary of State.
Strange days when the presumptive presidential nominee of a major party is questioned by federal agents about potential security breaches and conflicts of interest on her watch. It’s doubtful that Clinton will be charged with a crime, but the scandal could still be her undoing, because it highlights her career as globalist par excellence. In case you haven’t noticed, globalists have been appearing pretty high up on the shit list in certain parts of the western world, including the United States.
In the United Kingdom, a majority of voters have decided to leave the European Union, shocking the pro-globalist establishment and media elite, both of which have ignored the rising tide of sentiment against trade agreements and immigration policies by an increasing number of citizens who feel, rightly or wrongly, disenfranchised by globalism. No one who follows current events in Europe should have been surprised at the Brexit vote; the ties binding the EU have never been more tenuous.
Here in the United States, both Donald Trump and Senator Bernie Sanders have successfully harnessed the rising tide of anti-globalist sentiment, which happens to coincide with the working class white vote, a nice big highly-motivated chunk of the electorate. Now that Sanders is all but out of the running, the anti-globalist tide has only one way to turn, and it’s not toward Hillary Clinton.
It’s a long way to November, but if things keep going like they’ve gone this Ramadan, say hello to President Donald Trump.
I was pondering these current events on a walk in the woods recently when I realized that was the knot in my stomach, President Donald Trump. Just saying it sounds like … regime change. Or sacrilege.
But what to do if you can’t vote for Hillary Clinton?
My favorite wise old man character in literature is Nietzsche’s Zarathustra, who from his first step down the mountain informs readers that God is dead. That’s why I’m still knotted up. I’m not ready to take that first step down.
Besides, it’s nice up here. Call me a megalomaniac, but when the wildflowers are blooming, it’s easier to play god, since you’re practically in heaven already. I always bring the camera along, these photos are from the past several months up till today. Please let me know if I’ve misidentified any of them and try to absorb their positive energy. Wildflowers aren’t political. They’re just nice. And don’t worry, somebody will think of something before the election. It’s just not going to be me, apparently.
I’m not coming back down.
Photos by R.V. Scheide.