I have been overwhelmed these past few days by the unbridgeable gap between what I have to say about Marx and the amount of time I have to say it in the course Todd Gitlin and I are teaching. Even so, I have been paying attention to the news, so herewith a few idle observations. But first, yet another confession. I actually did not know what a sharpie is until last week.
My principal reaction to the altered weather map was that it was such a manifestly, transparently, embarrassingly childish act on Trump’s part that it bespoke a degree of mental deterioration that even I had previously not attributed to him. What on earth did his addled brain think he was doing? But I was much cheered by the fiasco because it makes Trump a laughing stock, which is just exactly what we want as the election draws closer. [By the way, look up the etymology of fiasco. Like that of baroque it is fascinating.] Equally revealing was the fact that the White House staff, or what is left of it, was unable to stop Trump from making a total fool of himself.
Here at Carolina Meadows there is a special unit in the Assisted Living wing for residents who are suffering from dementia. The Assisted Living wing is called The Fairways, and the Dementia unit is called the Greens, because they are adjacent to the golf course that wends its way through the Carolina Meadows grounds. Perhaps Trump could be persuaded to sign himself in with the understanding that he would have dibs on tee times.
Serena plays for the title this afternoon. Fingers crossed.