November 20, 2016
A friend of mine, much more politically savvy than myself, asked me during this 2016 presidential campaign whether I would prefer being hung; or, having my wrists slit for a slow bleed out? Naturally the former will happen to us under a Trump presidency, and the latter, with a Hillary presidency (which is still viable).
I really don\’t think that Emperor Trump wants to be president of US for four years — I\’m thinking that he is finding his impending role a most uncomfortable fit for him; because the emperor is mostly about the hunt, the thrill of the chase! Being stuck with neo-conservative stiffs all-day-long doesn\’t allow him the latitude to hunt.
Those-of-us who have ever hunted ducks, deer, or a sexual partner, understand the thrill of the chase: but when the kill is made — the thrill is gone! I believe our emperor also loses interest once \”the deal\” has been consummated.
We know that the emperor is all about \”the deal.\” \”Working the deal\” is akin to hunting for your particular prey: you do everything you can to make sure that you bag that duck or that deer; in fact, you often visualize the roasted duck or the 12-point antlers mounted in the den while sitting in the blind or stalking-in-the-forest.
When you are hunting, the adrenaline flows! Similarly — when you are making a business deal that can bring you millions (or hundreds of millions) that adrenaline charge is also there. But when the deal is made, and after the brief celebration, you realize that it\’s over — and you move on to your next deal, your new challenge — deluding yourself that the deal will unfold splendidly without any further energy input on your part. Somehow the deal will perpetuate the energy that brought it into existence…
Similarly, when the animal is dead — it\’s dead — it ain\’t coming back! Obviously you can take pictures of your roasted duck and point to the deer head mounted on the wall — but these activities don\’t bring near the adrenaline rush that the hunt did.
Let me give another example that is also near and dear to our emperor elect\’s adrenal glands — and that is: the beautiful woman (though I\’ve heard rumors that he likes to pick them young as well). Hunting a woman to have intercourse with is not a hellavalot different from going on a hunt: in-this-case, the kill is consummated with final dagger thrusts (though many erroneously believe these to be \’spear\’ thrusts). Again, the hunter has to be prepared with a fat wallet, clothing and a car to bring down his prey. And again, once the kill is made, the hunter tends to lose interest (though Hollyweird would have us think differently).
Unless it was the greatest fuck of his life — the hunter will be moving on in search of the next kill.
If analyzing the emperor\’s hunting habits over the past 40-or-so-years informs us of anything (and his stalking behavior in Fright Night II), it is that he grows-tired-of-the-deal after- the-kill (to wit his 3rd marriage and his slew of bankruptcies).
I wonder if he isn\’t hoping that the electoral college brings Hillary into the office — so he can range far and wide again, and not be constrained by those narrow halls of Washington occupied by so many stiffs…