Holiday reading: Jon Swift memorial

One of the meanings of Italian "batocchio": The thing you use to whack your Tibetan therapeutic singing bowl, in black chamois and wood, with wooden bowl, €49.90 from macrolibrarsi.

Oh, hell, the gang's all here! OG blogger Batocchio has mounted the annual Jon Swift Roundup for 2025, honoring the late Jon Swift/Al Weiser and the ghosts of blogs past and blogs present and Blogmas yet to come, and the blogiverse itself, such as it is gathering the bloggers' best posts of the year, in the bloggers' opinion (and we're nothing if not opinionated!). So pay it a visit!

Epstein Narratology

Not finding a credit for this widespread image. Can't reach the T-shirt company, Picturestees, that was selling it at Halloween.

Everybody loves a good Christmas ghost story, and I don't mean the Dickens of A Christmas Carol, but something a lot darker, the kind of ghost story that offers a real chill without a compensatory sweetness. This one is maybe altogerther too creepy, in fact, especially in the sense that you can easily imagine it's true, though that's unlikely. It's about that postcard that showed up in the Epstein document dump yesterday, purportedly addressed by Jeffrey Epstein shortly before his death to the notorious child molester Larry Nassar, the team doctor of the women's national gymnastics team, who assaulted the young athletes under his care for years before he was finally stopped:

Bye, Elise

 

21st congressional district, New York, via Wikipedia,

Some gossip, mostly from a caller from New York's 21st congressional district, on the radio WNYC Brian Lehrer, unable to link at the moment), about Rep. Elise Stefanik: that she's never liked the district, the state's largest geographically and most sparsely populated and of course poorest, if only because it's too cold, not too mention plagued by awful unemployment and alcohol and drug abuse. She's not even from there but from Albany; she's a carpetbagger, claiming residence on the basis of what upstaters call a "camp", or summer place, owned by her parents. She hasn't done a town hall for six years, and in what the local press categorized as a "rare visit" for a ceremonial function in August, to Plattsburgh, the booing stopped her from addressing a crowd consisting mostly of anti-Trumpers:

"Well, Elise has not shown up in our district for months and months," said protester Mavis Agnew. "She won't hold a town hall, she won't take questions. She's never in her office. People show up at her office constantly, door's closed. Her representatives, her employees won't talk to her... So this was her first appearance, the first opportunity we had to let her know we're unhappy."

She got a more positive response in February, but that was what was advertised as her farewell tour, when she was expecting to leave the House for a stint as US ambassador. Then, when Trump ordered her to stay in Congress instead to protect his razor-thin majority, a visit to Saranac Lake celebrating a federal grant for the firehouse (in an appropriation signed by President Biden) was received with "mixed emotions".

The other thing is, the district isn't inevitably Republican; it was held by Democrat Bill Owens, defeating a GOP torn by culture war issues, from 2009 through 2015, and voted for Obama twice, along with Schumer and Gillibrand (whose 20th congressional district overlapped a good deal with where the 21st is today).

Her dropping out of the governor's race is pretty easy to understand: she was certain to win the Republican primary, but very likely to lose the general election, and certain to lose, at least as long as Trump refused to endorse her, which he did for his own Trumpy reasons; perhaps he was mad at her for even considering giving up the congressional seat, like she valued herself more than him. You can see how that would be hard for him to take. Whatever happens to her next, she's certainly an instance of the Trump Curse. I"m sure she'd love a job in Washington, but I really feel she's headed for being relatively alive on the proverbial Farm Upstate. 

Cross-posted at No More Mister Nice Blog.

Are We There Yet?

For a while yesterday, it seemed that the Kennedy Center's new name was simply "THE DONALD", like an Upper West Side co-op dedicated by the board to somebody named Donald who lived and died there, as my building briefly contemplated naming itself "The Virginia" after Virginia in the apartment above me passed away (Eileen the board president and I had to break into her place through the fire escape to find her body in the bathroom, so it's intensely memorable)—the rest was just subtitle. But there's also a tradition of referring to our emperor as "The Donald", going back, if I remember right, to Ivana, who had an English learner's confusion over the mysteries of when English uses an article. Photo by Heather Diehl/Getty Images via MS-NOW. 

Later, it was revealed that that grammatical weirdness had been was really part of the plan, sitting atop the old name:

THE DONALD J. TRUMP AND
THE JOHN F. KENNEDY MEMORIAL CENTER FOR THE PERFORMING ARTS

That is, it now has two names, "The Donald J. Trump", and the other one, also starting with "The". Unlike the Donald J. Trump United States Institute of Peace, on an independently owned building illegally seized and depopulated last March by DOGE as a squat for themselves, for which workers couldn't find an approximately appropriate font. The State Department suggested that in ordinary usage it would be best to just omit the name of the country, though they didn't take it off the edifice:

Steve had a fine commentary the other day on Trump's increasing preoccupation with monumentalizing himself, with these renamings and the astonishing Trumpese-language plaques in the White House's new "Presidential Walk of Fame", and the paved-over Rose Garden and destroyed East Wing and gigantic "ballroom" under construction and proposed triumphal arch across the water from the Lincoln Memorial, which I like to call the Arc du Trumphe (the Arc of the Trump bends slowly, but it will bend all the way over sooner or later), the projects he and his munchkins sometimes refer to as his "top policy priorities", even as 20 million or more Americans face the imminent loss of their health insurance, and the negotiations ove Russia's attempted conquest of Ukraine have been taken away from the State Department and taken over by billionaires with unconcealed financial interest in the outcome (including the president's son-in-law).

Steve sees it as an attempt on Trump's part to reconfigure the little world to which he is now largely restricted (the White House and a couple of his own commercial properties) into a bubble in which he is a success, and none of the bad news is real, the way his father before him, another psychopath, commanded his family: "Do what I want. It'll be better for you."

But I think it's also compensatory, connected to a growing awareness that he is a failure, as even Fox News reports the bad economic news and the increasing belief that he's not innocent in relation to Jeffrey Epstein and the strife within the Republican party. He doesn't have time for those matters, he's busy marking Washington forever with the labors of what he regards as his real skills, being "a builder" and interior decorator. He doesn't feel guilty about not knowing anything about health policy or fiscal policy or foreign policy, he simply doesn't accept that he has any responsibility for them, and as far as he's concerned, whoever is responsible (generally a cabinet secretary) is doing fine, and the reporters who suggest he's missing something are bad and stupid.

Of course he's never had any interest in any policy anyway, other than hurting the defenseless, and shouting the slogans that have worked for him, on immigration and tariffs. (I connect these with his father too; it's Charles Lindbergh's America Firstism, which was to Fred Trump's generation of reactionaries what Pat Buchanan has been to the current one, now for the moment triumphant over the bloody-minded neoconservatives.)

But also de-compensatory, if you know what I mean. I know I've said it before, but this time I think it's real, he's decompensating under his personality disorder, from the pressure of his many terrible mistakes, fruits of his abuse of the near absolute power the Supreme Court has given him and his complete incapacity for productive action. First he can't hide his indifference to everyone who isn't him, then he goes wild:

In rare moments of self-awareness, the narcissist realises that without his input - even in the form of feigned emotions - people will abandon him. He then swings from cruel aloofness to maudlin and grandiose gestures intended to demonstrate the "larger than life" nature of his sentiments. This bizarre pendulum only proves the narcissist's inadequacy at maintaining adult relationships. It convinces no one and repels many.

The narcissist's guarded detachment is a sad reaction to his unfortunate formative years. Pathological narcissism is thought to be the result of a prolonged period of severe abuse by primary caregivers, peers, or authority figures. In this sense, pathological narcissism is, therefore, a reaction to trauma. Narcissism IS a form of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder that got ossified and fixated and mutated into a personality disorder.

Quod erat diagnostandum.

Cross-posted at No More Mister Nice Blog.

Stochastic

 

Pentheus torn by Maenads, in a fresco in the Casa dei Vettii, Pompeii, via Wikipedia.

I wonder if Trump's bizarre initial response to the killing of Rob and Michele Reiner could be considered an incitement to stochastic violence, when he made up the story that their deaths were "reportedly"

due to the anger he caused others through his massive, unyielding, and incurable affliction with a mind crippling disease known as TRUMP DERANGEMENT SYNDROME, sometimes referred to as TDS. He was known to have driven people CRAZY by his raging obsession of President Donald J. Trump

—the theory that the killer was a Trump fan maddened by Reiner's criticism of Trump, like he's accepting it as a tribute to himself, the way the angry god Dionysus accepts it and indeed instigates it when his crazed followers the Maenads tear King Pentheus to pieces in the tragedy by Euripides. You feel Trump would love it if a wild Maga crowd did something like that to one of his many enemies.

Now that we're getting an idea of what actually happened to the Reiners it certainly seems tragic in the Aristotelian sense—inspiring pity and terror—but with no roles for Trumps. That human drama is not what the press will focus on, naturally; they'll be doing the courtroom drama, with close analysis of the lawyers' strategy on either side. I don't want to write about it myself, at least not yet. 

Nor about the shooting deaths at Brown University, unless it's addressing the dysfunction of the FBI under its incompetent Trumpy leadership, which may have let the shooter escape even as Patel was issuing premature announcements of success, which will have to wait until we know a lot more than we do now. As we heard last night that the law enforcement agencies had solved the crime and the murderer, a former physics student from Portugal, had shot himself dead in a storage unit in Salem, New Hampshire, the question arose whether Trump would issue a ban on all Portuguese nationals or maybe all STEM grad students.

TACO War

 

Photo from the wonderful collection "Paradise Lost" by Adriana Loureiro Fernandez (@adriana.loureiro on Instagram), an ongoing project documenting the collapse of Venezuela over the last 10 years, from the crash of basic services and the national economy to widespread violence and hunger, leading to a massive exodus.

Has anybody seen that war with Venezuela? I'm sure it was around here just a few days ago, and now I can't seem to find it anywhere. 

That is, I guess the USS Gerald R. Ford is still wandering around the Caribbean with its 90 aircraft and 4,600 sailors (BBC saw it parked in the US Virgin Islands on Thursday, 600 miles from the Venezuelan coast, and it seems to be spending most of its time with its six-ship strike group entourage right in that northeast Caribbean neighborhood, just south of Puerto Rico), and there have been planes getting closer and presumably gathering intelligence as recently as November 21. Trump "Truthed" a violent-sounding announcement on the 29th of November that the airspace around and over Venezuela should be considered "closed in its entirety"

but a couple of days later the US government was asking Venezuela's permission to send a plane there itself, repatriating a bunch of Venezuelan migrants presumably gathered for deportation by ICE, and Venezuela cheerfully approved the flight, as it has been doing for months now, in spite of the rumors of war. Flights crossing Venezuelan airspace are down around 50%, according to Reuters, but that's hardly "in its entirety".