Oh, here he goes..
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The great sin of my life has been self-justification: the ability to turn almost any action, belief, appetite, injury, or fear into something defensible by sheer force of language and inner complexity.
This moment in the larger world unnerves me because of how well I know this mechanism from the inside my own little universe.
My trick was to sound principled when I was cornered, wise when I was frightened, profound when I was ashamed. Brandishing a higher consciousness teeming with confidence and good character. …but it was mostly fear. I’d paint over it with pride and broadcast it as clarity. What a guy!
Makes the ritual of this kind of politics sure feel familiar in ways I’d rather not admit.
A proper leader cannot be wrong; only misunderstood because he’s so far ahead. Thats when the survival narrative branding machine begins: it’s not failure – that’s strategy little girl! – vanity equals enviable strength, recklessness becomes resolve and identity. The blunder becomes a plan where the impulses turn to doctrine and the royal fuck-up becomes a banner for the cause. Go team!
Iran reveals the whole machinery: a blockade sold as strength (hurts everyone), framed as necessity (no proof yet), blessed as destiny (Pope approved!); bad policy dressed as courage, reckless policy dressed as order, dangerous policy dressed as peace.
Mr. Trump has done a new level of wrong this time and he knows it.
He’s built a church for his own reflection. The cost of salvation at his altar is God’s actual will for you.
Too many people have already invested too much of themselves to call it what it is. I get it man. I know that temptation because I have lived my hellish micro-version of it. I have blessed my motives, defended my appetites, varnished my fear. I know how easy it is to arrange innocence, narrate righteousness, and call the whole performance a higher truth than the common man may ever know. Thats okay – I’ll handle this.
That is the warning for me now: when a man, or a movement, starts needing to explain every wound it causes as virtuous, every unfair unkind appetite as destiny, every mistake as 5D strategy, the soul is already in danger. Fumbling and desperate to feel safe again.
When politics starts reaching for that kind of misguided holiness, blood is always going to flow. Is there a doctor in the house?
Hope the tax season worked out for you. Sincerely.