Thursday, April 26, 2018

Justice


There is evidence. There is proof. There is hearsay. There is impression. There is gossip and rumor. There is he-said, she-said.  There is false testimony which serves to poison a person’s reputation and is quickly withdrawn once the vandalism is done.

There is contradictory testimony. All must be considered, sifted, separated, and ultimately supported by vetted sources and investigated by an impartial organization that is qualified to pick through the hard facts and the hysteria, the accusations and the slander, using sound practices like chain of evidence possession, multiple, independent labs, input from qualified experts, etc.

Enough proof justifies a trial before an impartial jury and judge. This is an indictment. An indictment is not a judgement. It is not a sentence. An indictment merely means that a grand jury has determined that there is enough credible evidence to warrant a trail. As they say; a grand jury can indict a ham sandwich. It’s much like an impeachment. An impeachment is bad press, but it is not a sentence of guilt, merely step one on the path to a trial.

In any case the defendant has the right to face his accuser and review the evidence against him. He has the right to counsel and to defend himself. Cross examination. Expert witnesses. Specific accusations that do not change over the course of the trial.

Then a judgement is made and a verdict delivered. Sentence is then carried out, plea bargained, deals made, state’s evidence turned, the defendant is given a chance to turn on bigger fish. Justice is disgusting. It’s one of those things you don’t want to see close up.

During this entire procedure, up until a verdict is delivered, the defendant is considered innocent. Innocent until proven guilty.

This is our legal system. The Rule of Law. This is the basis of jurisprudence in the civilized world. This applies to everybody. Individuals. Business executives. Public figures. Politicians. World leaders. Whoever you are. People you like. People you don’t like. Hillary Clinton. Juliann Assange. Donald Trump. Bashar al Assad. Benjamin Netanyahu. The guilt or innocence of an accused is not dependent upon the profanity of the crime nor upon the outrage of the masses, only on the verity of the evidence.

There’s a reason why we must insist upon a fair trial for every war criminal and corporate or political miscreant, all the way down to the dogcatcher and the cop on the beat. Justice is blind and so she weighs the evidence and goes by what she knows to be true. We must do the same.

Of course, this is not what happens in the real world. This is more idealized, Greek temple, philosophers discussing law on the steps of the gymnasium, Middle Ages barons threatening the king if they don’t get reforms to the legal system. And it is never done. Every age must struggle with the ideals of justice. Do we fall back into a Machiavellian game of sabotage, sensation, and spin? Or do we do what’s mundane and tedious. No matter how much we may dislike someone, we still guarantee them a fair trial. Jewish scholars in the first century believed that a Sanhedrin, the Jewish Supreme Court, that delivered more than one death penalty in 70 years was blood thirsty. That was an enlightened court.

Why should we care? Why not just walk away from the slaughter of an innocent for a heinous crime as ‘justice?’ It was a horrible crime. Everyone says this guy did it. Don’t we want justice for the innocent? Don’t we?

Yes, we do. But remember one thing: The next one in the docket may be you. Would you like to be judged by the mob?

Monday, April 23, 2018

Wine


I was in first place for my last rights.
A dead heat race to the end of this slip ‘n slide we call(ed) life.
One foot more and I’m on Charon’s Carnival Cruise,
The one that doesn’t come back?

I’ve got my ticket; I’ve got my boarding pass,
For the quick, it’s a lifelong goal,
To which we all progress,
They never expire, unlike me.

To what future wine-
Wait…, there’s wine? There’s a future?
Fuck this noise.
And don’t give me any of those, swish and spit, sample sips shit, either.

Our tickets are valid, with no departure date,
We all embark, some day.
But not today. For this day,
I will sip the wine.

Wednesday, April 18, 2018

Donald Trump - Superstar


Donald Trump – Superstar










Jonathan H. Loux
(It’s a pseudonym. At least I HOPE there’s no one out there with a goofy name like that.)


Copyright: 2018

Cast of Characters

DT (Donald Trump) – Doughy, late stage liver blister and Messiah in his own mind.
I-Slut (Ivanka-Slut) – Poster girl for Stockholm Syndrome and lost little girl.
Judas-Jared – Close friend and family member. Stock character of the Malinowski’s ‘Traitor’ series.
Caia-Mueller – Regent of the Land of Deplorable, where DT has his base of support.
Maid by the fire – She doesn’t even get a name. And barely any lines. But we still have to pay her.
PETER – He has the best line in the play.
King Putrid – Gratuitous whack at Putin and yet another to bash Herod, who was the Hitler of the Bible, you know.
Pontius-Mueller – Problematic Casting Decision. If Caia-Mueller is supposed to be Caiaphas, representative of an occupied DeplorableLand, then Pontius-Mueller would be the representative of Rome, who I have already associated with Putin. What do you expect for a parody?
Sock Puppets – I didn’t realize that both Muellers would be on stage at the same time. So they have to play each role as a sock puppet. Poor planning on my part, really, but I’m not about to hire another actor.
RSH – Random Stage Hand – The Dies ex Machina. Well, Dies ex Wikipedia. It seamlessly explains why the Muellers have suddenly become sock puppets.
Mob, Disciples, Lepers, Toadies, Clueless Masses – Extras. Can safely be ignored.
Suddenly Appearing Narrator – That’s pretty much self-explanatory. To be real cheap you could let me do it.

Setting

The Swamp. Swampetty, swampetty, swamp, swamp. Everyone is pretty much part of the Swamp.

Time

This could happen at any time, sadly.


Act 1

SONG OF DISALLUSIONED MASSES, WHO ARE ABOUT TO GET MORE DISILLUSIONED-ER.
Ho, sanna, Hey, sanna.
Sanna, sanna ho, San-na hey. Sanna ho. SA-na.
Come DT, DT, you’re alright by me.
Sanna, sanna. Whatever.

WELL-THINKING BUT CLUELESS-SCRATCH THAT. DEPLORABLE CHORUS.
What’s the Scuzz? Tell me what’s-a-happening? (Repeat ad nauseam.)
When do we, ride to DC-Washington? (Ditto.)

DT
Hey. I have a plan. A great plan. Trust me. You won’t have ever even considered a plan as greatly as mine. I see in a plan greatly.

IVANKA’s CLUELESS COME-ON

I-SLUT
Let me try to cool your ego down a bit, let me try… (There are a lot of repetitions in the play.)

JUDAS (Come on. Every good story, epic, religious text, puberty drama, or saga throughout history, MUST have a Judas.)
It seems to me a strange thing, MYST-i-fying. That a man like you, would waste his time, with women-No. Wait. What other kind of women would want you? Point taken.

DT
Who are you, who? To criticize her? Who are you, who? Ya, Jared. You can’t hide behind that Mardi gras mask. You’re just here to keep her stretched out for me.

I-SLUT
Try not to get worried!
Try not to look at me,
Things like that are cree-py,
Like my lobo-tO-me.
Everything’s alright now,
Please make it alright now!
They sing to me all night now,
Did you lock up your bedroom?
Chastity belts might now,
Come back in style soon.

TOADIES
Good Caia-Mueller. The counsel waits for you,
The legal aides and courts are here for you.

CAIA-MUELLER
Ah, gentlemen. You know why we are ripped?
We’ve not much time. And Fox News needs a script.

TOADIES
What then to say about Donald of Mar’Lago,
Miracle wonderer, hero of deplorables.
No riots, no army, no fighting, no slogans,

CAIA-MUELLER
One thing I’ll say for him, Donald is-No. I wouldn’t say that about him. Ugh. I almost threw up in my-Does Frozen need an understudy?

TOADIES
Where do we start with a man who was bigger than Bernie was when Bernie did his Socialism thing?

CAIA-MUELLER
Fools, you have no perception.
The stakes we are gambling are frighteningly high.
We must crush him completely.
So like Bernie before him, this Donald must… be crushed using some illegal trick that we can completely blame on the Romans when it comes out from one of those bleeding heart investigative reporters like Glen Greenwald. Am I right? They’re always yammering about something or other, mostly right, but just plain inconvenient. Hmm. Where am I? Oh, right.

So like Bernie before him, this Donald must die. For the sake of the nation, this Donald must die.

DONALD’s MOST DEVOTED DEVOTES
See my eyes I can hardly see.

DT
Losers.

DMDD
See me stand, I can hardly walk.

DT
Ya. What’s that to me?

DMDD
I believe you can make me whole.

DT
Pfffh. Like I’d want to.

DMDD
See my tongue I can hardly talk.

DT
That’s disgusting.
And who says I want to listen to you?
Blah, blah.
Ayn Rand poor people.
Singing. About themselves.
Hey, don’t you think I have my own self to think about?

Judas-Jared comes to Lord Caia-Muller and tells him what everybody else knows already. That Trump will be in Mar-a-Lago (duh) that evening, having flown his personal jet powered by baby seals and west coast snowy owls, plus some poor people or something. I hate that west coast. Anybody on the streets of DC-Washington could have told him that. The lepers in the rotunda could have told him that. The trolls in the Supreme Court, any old Swamp Thing could have told him that. And he could have saved the thirty pieces of sliver. Though this sounds cooler.

Who am I? Aren’t I in the Playbill? Stephen, do you have a Playbill… Hm. OK. Uh, huh. Oh. I think I’ll just be leaving…

JUDAS-JARED
I don’t want your blood money!

CAIA-MUELLER
What? You prefer laundered money?

JUDAS-JARED
I don’t need your blood money!

CAIA-MUELLER
Blood diamonds?

JUDAS-JARED
I!-Huh?

CAIA-MUELLER
This isn’t blood money.
The Clinton’s have been taking ‘consulting fees’ for decades.
It’s a consulting fee nothing, fee nothing, fee nothing more.

JUDAS-JARED
Oh!

CAIA-MUELLER
What do you think Trump’s Taj Mahal was made out of? Hard work?

JUDAS-JARED
Okay, already.
On Thursday night…
You’ll find him where you want him…
Far from the crowds…
At the gated…,
Guarded…,
Golfing…,
Community…,
Of…,
…,
Mar-a-Lago…

SUDDEN CHORUS
Well done Judas,
Good old Jackass.

DT
Phew. Is this over yet? Just Act 1? Fuck!




Act 2 - Still Polishing up my Resume

GETHSEMANE

DT
I only want to say,
If there is a way.
Take this cup, away from me,
For I don’t want to-LO-sers!
Gotcha!
Of course I don’t want to die, and why not?
I’m at the top of my game.
This is when something BIG usually happens.
Just about to tip off into oblivion.
I didn’t say that. Not about me.
There are advancements. Medical advancements.
Soon I will be living to 100. Then 200. Then 1000.
Then 150!
There’s this technology out there.
Immortality via Ingestion!
It’s everywhere.
Harlan Ellison talked about it in the 50’s
Star Trek.
Babylon 5.
You can become immortal by drinking the life essence of people who are obviously not using their’s!
They don’t refer to humans as ‘herds’ for nothing.
Some people say there is something ‘wrong’ with the technology.
In all the cases I’ve looked at, it seems to work perfectly.
I never checked out how it ended.
I’m sure they’ll figure it out.

And this cloud, thing. Wonderful technology.
Made in America, I might add.
Well, using Artificial Ignorance, AI, and a Stephen Spielberg movie,
They’ve been able to make: Kimchi Consciousness! Um...
Pickled…
Parietal…
Pituitary…
That’s a part of the brain, right…?
And a very important part of the brail!
Brain.
And made in America, too.

The end,
Is just a little harder when brought about by friends.

Hah. What am I talking about? I don’t have an end. My ‘friends’ have ends.
So long, Sally.
Regress, Rex.
Jettison James.
And John.
HIV/AIDS Advisory? Why would I want to be advised about that?
Reince?
Sean?
The EPA?
Bernie?
Crooked Hillary?
GONE!
And I’m just getting started!
That’s a lot of dramatics.

JUDAS-JARED
Cut out the dramatics!

DT
Huh? Judas-Jared?

JUDAS-JARED
One of your twelve chosen.

DT
Well, I haven’t counted. One, two, three. How many is twelve?

JUDAS-JARED
You know very well who,

DT
No, really. Who?

JUDAS-JARED
To think I admired you.

DT
O, Jared. I, blush,

JUDAS-JARED
Well, now. I despise you.

DT
Jared!

JUDAS-JARED
You sad, pathetic man.
See where you’ve brought us to.
Our ideals die around us,
All because of you.
And now the saddest cut of all,
Someone has to turn you in.
A jaded Mandarin.

DT
A Mandarin? Some of the sissies on the left might think that’s sexist or something. They like to tell us what we can say and not say.

JUDAS-JARED
Like a common criminal,
Like a wounded animal.

DT
No, seriously. How do we talk to each other if we don’t have words for bad things?

JUDAS-JARED
A Jaded-Huh?

DT
I mean. How can you and I have a conversation about some bad thing (SBT) if we don’t have any words for SBT?

JUDAS-JARED
Southern Baptist Theology?

DT
Some Bad Thing! Really. You need to pay attention.

JUDAS-JARED
Riii-ghhhht….

DT
And let’s just say that the words we chose for that Some Bad Thing, which have been perfectly serviceable for thousands and millions of years, suddenly lose meaning? Like, all of the sudden, the lexicon of human thought just decided to rewrite the dictionary? No! People were suddenly allowed to have their own dictionaries!

JUDAS-JARED
You’re scaring me, Dad. That sounds reasonable.
Are you really Donald Tramp?

DT
So. If people use the wrong words, they are ostracized.
They’ve got it all.
Talking points.
A forbidden list.
Loyalty tests.
Oaths of Allegiance.
And if you question one of the talking points or bring up one of the forbidden list items?
Banishment!

JUDAS-JARED
You know, this is just an act, right?
This is just a role, right?
I’m not really… anybody…
SAG card?
Equity card?
I’m lucky if I have a ration card.

DT
STAGE MANAGER!

JUDAS-JARED
Every time I look at you I don’t understand.
Why you let the things we did get so out of hand.
You’ve had managed better if you’d stuck to a plan.

DT
Plans evolve.

JUDAS-JARED
Yes. They evolve into the FUTURE!

PETER’S DENIAL

MAID BY THE FIRE
I think I’ve seen you somewhere – I remember,
You were with that man. They took away. I recognize your face.

PETER
Fuck off, Cunt.

KING PUTRID’S SONG
Donald, I am overjoyed to meet you face to face,
You’re been getting quite a name all around the place.
Healing portfolios. Raising from the Fed.
And now I understand you’re God,
From what you’ve said… and said…

So you are the Trump, you’re the Great Donald Trump,
Prove to me that you’re divine,
Bang Ivanka anytime!
If you can prove that you’re caged, I’ll suspect it’s all staged,
C’mon, King of the Deplorables!

TRIAL BEFORE PONTIUS-MUELLER

DT
Hey, loser. Weren’t you just CAIA-MUELLER?

PONTIUS-MUELLER
Double casting.

DT
Good for the bottom line. How’d you manage the scenes where they both appeared at the same time?

PONTIUS-MUELLER
Understudy.

DT
Clever. Get an actor at an understudy’s pay.

PONTIUS-MUELLER
Fucking producers! OK. Now I just have to put on these sock puppets…

CAIA-MUELLER SOCK PUPPET
We turn to DC to sentence Mar-a-Lago
We have no law to send a man to Fargo (you try rhyming something with ‘Lago.’)

PONTIUS-MUELLER SOCK PUPPET
Talk to me, Donald Trump!

DT
Huh?

PONTIUS-MUELLER SOCK PUPPET
You have been brought here – manacled, beaten,

DT
I came in a limo.

PONTIUS-MUELLER SOCK PUPPET
By your own people, do you have to first idea why you deserve it?

MOB
Impeach him, impeach him!

DT
Woah! Where’d they come from? And I’m confused. Which one is the Pilate puppet?

RSH
Oh, it’s easy. The Pilate puppet is on the right, royal, hand. The Caiaphas puppet is on the left, sinister, hand.

DT
Thank you, random stage hand!

RSH
Don’t thank me. I could get beaten for that.

DT
And so you should!

MOB
Impeach him… Impeach him… Impeachhim, impeachhim, impeachhim!

ONE OF THE PUPPETS
You know that impeaching someone doesn’t do anything, right? It’s like when a grand jury indicts someone. There’s a saying: A grand jury can indict a ham sandwich. It is just that they consider the evidence to be worth considered in a court of law, with the accused guaranteed due process, innocent until proven guilty. You know? Rule of Law? Impeachment is the same way. It just means that a congressional committee believes that there is enough evidence to warrant a trial, in which, if a court upholds that belief, he will be sentenced, and THEN he can be considered guilty. Most people assume impeachments or indictments are judgements of guilt and most politicians will capitalize on that. If the ‘mob’ thinks impeachment is a judgement, who am I to disagree.

What am I, Civics 101?

DT
It’s uncanny how you can talk without your mouth moving.

PUPPET
Uhhhmmmmm…

THE OTHER PUPPET
Hey, where are you going?

DT
Outa here. I’ve done my 57 minutes of stage time. Culminating in a bicameral salary package of cash plus certificates for other people’s souls. Well, not very good souls. But maybe a few of them might be worth a pimple on my ass. Jeesh, it’s almost 11:00? I’d better get outa here before the homeless move into the dressing rooms.

SUDDENLY APPEARING NARRATOR
It turns out that I was the Narrator. Last minute casting decision or author fuck up or something. Anyway…

Isn’t it grand living in a fin de siècle?