NTOABOMA—If Trump wins, will he drag the United States into an Amexit much bigger than Brexit? Or can Wikileaks or “Carlos Danger” single handedly bring down the Clinton (cash) machine? Otherwise, will the Clintons win and then declare a world war against Russia, Iran, Syria and China—countries that the hawks in Washington now refer to as the “axis of evil?” Will the world implode? Will China rise from the rubble and become the sole superpower in 2025?
As an Ntoaboman these questions have some kind of gravitas for my own existence post November 8th that I am wont to admit, in much the same way that I was willing to admit the shock I felt in the sixth year of the reign of U.S. President, Barack Hussein Obama (the son of a Kenyan Harvard economist and a pole dancing Caucasian American woman), that I care to fully comprehend the danger ahead. That last point about pole dancing is a rumor. But considering how many of my kind this Obama has slaughtered in Libya, Somalia, Nigeria, Sudan, to mention but a few, I am not ashamed to hope that the conspiracy theory about his mother, if not true in content too, is in fact true, at least in form.
In an age of feminist rigor, pole dancing per se can be lucrative. So are wars. Silly wars. Amidst the frenetic fragments of the definitive metaphysical, geopolitical and cultural Instagram of Anglo-American Exceptionalism, precariously shored against our ruin since Western Europeans first set foot on this quarter of the world, in West Africa, the temptation is irresistible to hark back to colonial terrorism and link it appropriately to the present paroxysm of pole-dancing war mongers—of pole dancing drone builders, of ejaculatory execution of the innocent and of the murder, and abortion, of babies.
On November 8, the dire specter of this madness routinely visited upon the rest of the world every four years might continue. For one, the Clinton in the race, in the third act, will perform a solo with a shepherd’s crook, swivelling her hips and stroking the staff of Dr. Strangelove with her legs, like a pole dancer in a dubious Soho nightspot. Nonetheless this dance is at current so hypnotizing that many have learned to stop worrying and love the bombs that will come flying in with her.
As a non-American, I am concerned then with the wider global implications of Anglo-American politics alone. I am indifferent to American domestic issues. This does not mean I do not love my fellow humans in that country. A saving few are worried about the threat of a third world war via Hillary Clinton; a still larger group are not ill-disposed, but they fear prevailing public opinion.
There are even allegations that many Americans who have campaigned against Hillary have died under suspicious circumstances. Whether this is true or not, it is beside the issue of her alleged lust for power. For as long as she ends up at the helm, the first female American President, even if she has to be Commander In Chief from behind the control button of a wheel chair, she achieves the persona of her proverbial soul mate—Dr. Strangelove!
The great mass of Americans, nevertheless, are merely representatives of average humanity. They muddle along with their own affairs and scarcely can be expected to take seriously the affairs of strangers or people whom they partly fear and partly despise. For this reason, my interest in American politics remains focused on foreign policy matters alone; and to this effect, I am only able to relate to the choice between the major two Anglo-American parties from the perspective of their foreign policies.
In between Donald Trump and Hillary Clinton, who fits and is less-harmful to the life I live in the small hamlet in Ghana—Ntoaboma? This is the question.
November 8 is so close that sooner or later one develops a metaphysical relationship with that ubiquitous warning, “Objects in this mirror may be closer than they appear.” But what if they, Trump and Clinton, may also be further than they appear?
According to the contemporary instant event of celebrity culture deluge of images upon us; does it get us closer to a so-called “real” world that is in fact very far away from us? Or does it in fact keep the world at a distance – creating an artificial depth of field that protects us from the imminence of the true character of presidential candidates and the virtual danger they represent?
For some reason, the American Republican Party, the Great Old Party (GOP), is seen from the rear view mirror, as the party of the hawks and the Democrats are seen as the doves. But are they?
To answer this question in an unbiased manner, we ought to look back at history. Notwithstanding the colorful history of the GOP, the Bushes; father and son, Cheney, the NeoCons and Co., what is really the history of the American Democratic Party? A few landmark historical decisions make it very clear.
First, the “War On Syria” was the mindless concoction of the so-called “Arab Spring”, a spring that was heralded by the visit of the son of a pole dancer turned president. He marched into Cairo in tow with the order and he delivered a speech to Sunni Muslim clergy at Al-Azhar University, endorsed the Arab street, and to be specific instigated the Sunni Muslim Arab street to rise.
Second, the Maidan Square circumambulation by the Goyim and their slave masters in the Ukraine. Clearly, this fueled the anti-Russian sanctions following escalations and intimidations and the creation of a very volatile situation in Europe. All was orchestrated by the said president. A democrat. Obama.
Third, the current tension in the South China Sea is also the brainchild of the same president, whose genius allowed him to manage a miraculous appearance on the campus of Columbia University after a short stint at the lesser known Occidental College. Ironically, by way of the same spell, Obama is a Noble Prize laureate.
Fourth, the Vietnam War started under the tenure of JFK and it reached its climax during the reign of LBJ. Both kings are democrats.
Fifth, and perhaps this is the most notorious act of all. Harry Truman, a democrat, dropped “Little Boy” (on Hiroshima) and “Fat Man” (on Nagasaki) at a time the Second World War was [essentially] over. These are the first, last and only times that Atomic Bombs have ever been used. Ever. At a time that conventional weapons could have done more damage if the damage was indeed necessary.
If my calling Barack Obama, the son of a pole dancer; if my calling Hillary Clinton a pole dancer herself and if my calling the Democrats pole dancers in Soho, sent chills down your spine, then this story of Truman, of the mere testing of Nuclear Bombs on actual human beings, for absolutely no human-survival reason, should split your spine in two.
Last but not least, the smiling Colgate-ad President Jimmy Carter. It was Carter’s National Security Advisor, a criminal with a twisted mind, aka Zbigniew Brzezinski, who actually established the first Jihadist army as the best way to fight the Soviets in Afghanistan. This plot eventually generated ISIS, a monster that turned against the hand that fed it. Once again, Carter and Brzezinski were both Democrats.
Finally, it is Clinton who is beating up the drums of war against Russia, China, Iran and Syria. Not Trump. It is Clinton who has said that Russia (Vodka, not blood, runs through their veins) is not a threat to America in private (Emailgate); that Russia is in fact the scariest American threat ever, in public. Not Trump. To this effect, and as we stand today, on the international arena, she is the hawk; not Trump.
God forbid if one reads this article and comes away with a defense of the GOP. The GOP is also run by the rich and the privileged, and as described by George W. Bush himself, by “the haves and have mores”. It is the party of Dick Cheney and Haliburton. This is the party that condones and feeds Racist Christian Zionists. It is the party that wishes it could run the world like it is a business enterprise.
Sadly, whether we like it or not the choice lies only here: the GOP’s Trump or the Democrat’s Clinton.
But then again, the great mass of Americans are, however, mere representatives of average humanity. On November 8, they will muddle along with their own affairs—they might bow more to the taboo of the alleged thought of groping women and insulting the disabled—and scarcely could be expected to take seriously the affairs of strangers whom they partly fear and partly despise and whom together with the rest of the world would be vaporized ten times over in another wicked Trumanian decision should the horny spirit of a pole dancer be employed again in American politics.
For you, for the non-American supporter of Clinton, does this painting here, however, get you closer to a so-called “real” world that is in fact very far away from you? Or does it in fact keep the world at a distance – creating an artificial depth of field that protects you from the imminence of the true character of Hillary Clinton and the Democrats, and the virtual danger they now seemingly represent?
You must remember, it takes laissez-faire hippy idealism and she will be called upon to declare in a whole-hearted laugh once again: “We came, we saw, he died!” Only this time the “he” will become “We.”