it has been a little while.
And I have been immersed in a strange dual-study regimen focused on the LSAT and the GRE.
For my international readers, the LSAT is the Law School Admission Test and the GRE is the Graduate Record Examination.
The second test would be required should I choose (or be so lucky as) to go on to PhD studies.
Quite frankly, my MBA has not been sufficient to wow the employers out to which I have reached.
And so life presents us with little conundrums.
I have a bachelor’s degree in music theory/composition and a master’s degree in business.
Long ago, my bachelor’s degree wasn’t enough to gain me employment at places like 7-Eleven and Wendy’s. That’s right. Five years of higher education and a diploma above and beyond the high school level was not enough to overcome the nepotistic morass which dominates the distribution of unskilled labor jobs in the U.S.
I’m guessing this situation might (for obvious reasons) be particularly mark-ed in the American Southwest (where I am located).
So I thought a master’s degree in business would really distinguish me.
I worked myself sick.
Almost to death.
Maintained a 4.00 GPA.
Not only have I had zero unsolicited interest in my skills, but I have received nothing save rejections.
Which is to say, I have not even been graced with an interview.
And so it was some days ago (about two weeks) that I decided I should have a contingency plan in place in case such conditions persist.
So perhaps I will find myself in law school in a few years.
Perhaps in a PhD program.
But I have been trying to better myself every day.
My focus, academically, has been on two areas: logic and mathematics.
I have never been very keen on (or good at) math.
And logic is something in which I have had zero formal training.
The logic emphasis is, of course, pursuant to the law school possibility.
The math studies (currently algebra, but geometry and statistics to come) are in support of the PhD path.
In addition, I am happy to report that I am exercising (walking) every day.
And I have also added weight training in the most recent nights.
But today I took a day (and night) off from the rigors of autodidactic asceticism.
Yes, today only involved my ongoing survey of Ezra Pound’s Cantos.
Indeed, I suppose I really don’t know how to relax anymore 🙂
But I was very interested to hear Donald Trump’s “Address to Congress”.
This is, mind you, a once-a-year phenomenon in the U.S.
In his next three years (assuming no untimely cessation of his Presidency), these speeches will each be called (respectively) a “State of the Union” address.
Well, I won’t keep you in too much suspense.
If you have read me at all in the past year, you will know that I have become an ardent Trump supporter.
And I continue to be such.
So it is not without immense bias that I posit his speech tonight to have been rather excellent.
But Mr. Trump’s speech comes at a very important time.
And I have purposely raised my visibility as a Trump supporter because of this crucial time.
To wit, many forces have sought and are seeking to undermine the President (at the very least).
The proliferation of protests would truly be remarkable (if we didn’t know the general source and support network for these faux-demonstrations).
And so I haven’t written about a movie in some days, but there is no better viewing than our current President.
The Left tunes in to vomit, and the Right tunes in to cheer.
I am, and have been for only a short time, on the Right.
I will make no apologies about this.
In this past week I have had multiple people who call themselves my friends attack me as a “bigot” and worse.
My response is no response.
It is beneath me to respond to such.
I have had people question my artfulness.
I, who gave my blood-sweat-and-tears for 15 years as an artist.
It is beneath me to qualify such attacks on my character with a response.
And finally, I have been the subject of surreptitious attacks which attempt to equate me with “misguided” artists of the past.
If Trump can be “packaged” (in marketing terms) by hacks like Mika Brzezinski as “Mussolini, Hitler, Lenin”, then I suppose the lesser Leftists are taking this cue to equate me with Nietzsche, Wagner, and certain American artists which shall remain nameless.
But again, my response is no response.
And it’s not because I can’t respond.
But I tire of these games…
I can destroy my enemies.
In some cases, quite easily.
In other cases, with immense effort.
But my friends have proven (over years…the ingrates…abandonment) to now be my enemies in deed.
And yet I consider them friends.
And I will consider them friends.
Until such time as this becomes impossible for my physical safety.
But all of this because I support Trump.
Shame on you, friends.
[N.B. I doubt any of them are reading this. These are “real world” friends. And real pains in the ass(es).]
Indeed, I need more than one ass to put up with the crappy “friends” I have.
To a one, they are all liberal…every one of them.
And if they are conservative, they have not come to my aid in any significant way.
Except for one dear pen-pal.
And it was she who delineated the brilliance in Donald Trump’s message to me in the first place.
She knows who she is 🙂
But that one beautiful soul notwithstanding, “the world” has failed me.
And yet, the President of the United States has made me very proud indeed.
Verily, never before have I felt such immense pride in my country.
Pride in the men and women of our armed forces.
Pride in the men and women of law enforcement.
And so I could dissect what Donald Trump said tonight, but it is more important to analyze the gist.
I could fixate on the pathetic Democrats who applauded nothing…in their Kim Jong-Hillary white pantsuits.
Slobs like Al Franken.
His posture has its own closet…
Witches like Nancy Pelosi.
“Should I clap here? Will it look good or bad if I clap? Why does every mirror I look into shatter upon gaze?”
It’s really too easy.
But it does very little good.
Bernie…what could have been.
Except for that whole socialism thing…which is a crock of shit.
And so it didn’t matter that the Democrats were puerile, impotent faux-testers tonight.
Because Donald Trump has guts.
Yeah, his wife is hot as shit!
And so is his daughter.
That’s because they were MODELS.
But, even more so, because they have SCRUPLES.
They are good human beings.
They stand for something.
THAT’S why they’re really attractive.
But I know when I’ve met my better.
Ted Cruz? Fuck you.
Paul Ryan? I don’t fucking think so.
Mike Pence? Meh.
But Donald Trump? Yeah. Big league!
I may have more formal education than the President of the United States (‘deed I do), but the current POTUS is the real deal.
He knows who is better than him.
And he says it.
And he never presumes that his job is any harder than those who carry out their orders in godforsaken deserts and jungles.
Yes, Virginia, many of those orders have been COMPLETE BOLLOCKS.
But that’s not their job.
It’s the job of policymakers to get the policies right.
For a long, long (LONG) time, the policies have sucked.
And so maybe, MAYBE (maybe) we now have a President who is competent.
I know when I’ve met my better.
There are many skills in this world.
And Donald Trump has a priceless skill set.
He’s not a saint.
He’s not a god.
But compared to those who have preceded him over the past few decades in the job of POTUS, he sure seems like one or the other.
So thank you, Mr. Trump!
Your understanding of the USA is really remarkable.
We have been taught to hate our own country for so long.
Enough of that.
We will love what is good about our past.
And not wallow in our transgressions.
And to the detractors around the globe, you can fuck right the fuck off.
Most of all, to the domestic detractors…especially my “friends”…
Thanks a fucking lot…for proving exactly why Donald Trump is right.
You’re all a bunch of liberal frauds…spewing platitudes while being horrible people.
So the biggest “fuck you” is for these “friends”.
Thanks for nothing, assholes!