“There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man’s fears and the summit of his knowledge. It is an area which we call the Twilight Zone.” – Rod Serling, “The Twilight Zone” CBS television series (1959-1964).
Rod Serling was from Syracuse. He became a renowned screenwriter, playwright, television producer and narrator. His aunt lived next door to us on Hawthorne Street. Every so often he would stop by to visit her. This is before he became famous. He was always active in progressive politics.
It’s 2018 and here we are – in his Twilight Zone.
A super conservative friend of mine who shall go unnamed (Ray Krause – Westbrook Wine Farm) just sent me an essay entitled “The Feel of Sincerity in a Handshake.” It’s about Donald Trump visiting a severely wounded warrior and, as he notices both of the man’s arms missing, he empathetically brushes the soldier’s face in lieu of a handshake.
In praise of this, the writer passionately states, “In his stead, I certainly couldn’t imagine Hillary (or Bill, for that matter) or Obama making anything close to this gesture. He closes with, “ This is what I see when I think of Trump’s motives. He gave up a billionaire lifestyle to now be insulted, dragged through the mud, and lied about in the media on a daily basis. All to save this country and people he loves.”
Ray sends this stuff all the time to drive me crazy. It works. I always return the favor offering a differing perspective.
As readers know, I consider Trump to be a malignant narcissist and active sociopath completely unfit for office, a threat to our country and an imminent danger to the entire world. That’s for starters.
The point is, I don’t doubt for an instant the honesty and validity of Ray’s clearly expressed opinions – as I would hope he regards my own observations and overviews as functional, if not fanciful.
Friends, neighbors, relatives, beasts of the field and small domestic pets are now living in vastly separate political realities – different Twilight Zones. Watching Trump’s Mistake of the Union Address brought this into terrifying perspective.
Sticking to the teleprompter and limiting his signature wheeze to passing gurgles, the president delivered one of his finer moments in maximizing content and minimizing contempt. One could tell different writers at work by the volume of venom – toned down, but not turned off.
While Pouty Pelosi didn’t help her party, Pence was pleasantly present. He does have perfect hair. Don’t tell the boss.
Russia wasn’t mentioned much at all – not a bit as far as the “witch hunt” is concerned. There wasn’t anything said about Trump not initiating harsh sanctions against Moscow for election interference within the legally established time frame as ordered by Congress. That vote was 97 to 2 in the Senate and 419 to 3 in the House. But when Putin says, “No” - Donald delivers. When you owe hundreds of millions to the wrong kind of folks, one does what one must.
Then came the “four page memo” debacle courtesy of Devin Nunes down the road. He wasn’t alone. Our own congressional representative, recklessly pandering for promotion, went on record supporting an expanded investigation “involving actions of senior officials” of the FBI and Department of Justice.”
Tom McClintock? You embarrassed us all.
Come back into the light.