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Mockingbird Wish Me Luck

Drink Her Up
If you ever wondered what goes on inside the mind of a drug addict or alcoholic who can't seem to get the monkey off their back - in fact, don't even try to get the money off their backs but instead just become the monkey -  then take a few minutes and read the poems of Heinrich Karl Bukowski (AKA Charles Bukowski) who put his thoughts to paper over an extraordinarily long "career" of debauchery while flim-flamming the literary world. Come to think of it you don't even have to read the poems but just soak in the titles of his poetry collections and you'll have a pretty good idea where he's coming from - "Poems Written Before Jumping Out of an 8 story Window", "Mockingbird Wish Me Luck", "Maybe Tomorrow", "Love Is a Dog from Hell" and "War All the Time" to cite just a few examples present a fogged window into the twisted (tortured) mind of a man consumed by passions resulting from the imprisonment of addiction. The human mind creates - manufactures really - an ontological framework to account for "what is" with regards to ones day to day experience and for the alcoholic of drug addict that existential reality includes a compulsion to consume some kind of drug, be it ethyl alcohol or some more exotic inebriant that's not sold over the counter. This obligation to consume vast quantities of liquid (in the case of alcohol) or weed, pills, coke and smack should be viewed as a personal commitment to the prison of materialism from which few escape. Addiction, as it is commonly called, is much too weak a word for this condition and implies, incorrectly, the prospect of human agency in "choosing" to drink a beer and then "enjoying" the effects of the ethanol contained in that beer so much that the addict "decides" to drink 10 more. The first beer is a trip wire for a chain reaction that has no rational explanation (even by addiction science) and leads inexorably to a madman flailing away in a drunken stupor. When it comes to opioids the mysterious inability to govern the quantity of drug consumption often ends in overdoes which means death for the unlucky junky who OD's at the wrong time and place.
 "That's the problem with drinking, I thought, as I poured myself a drink. If something bad happens you drink in an attempt to forget; if something good happens you drink in order to celebrate; and if nothing happens you drink to make something happen."

—Charles Bukowski, Women

And there you have the "problem" of drug abuse (addiction) summed up by someone who knows what he's talking about but can't see the prison he just described which is the simple fact that alcoholics, like Bukowski, don't drink for any particular reason. Life might be bad or good or neither but whatever ones circumstances might be a drink (or drug) is "an attempt" or "in order" "to make something happen" and that, dear reader, is much more than a "problem" to be solved. It is an all encompassing, relentless and overpowering STATE OF BEING which no power on earth can relive. It is doom.

The president's suggestion that people share their stories of addiction is a good one because a kind of magic happens when an alcoholic or drug addict opens up and describes their condition to others. In the act of telling someone else what the drinking/drugging life is like the addict, who scarcely believed they even had a "problem" let alone a nihilistic existential brain shackle, starts to see it AND BELIEVE IT for what it really is. Only by verbalizing their reality can it be made real - word. Luckily for everyone afflicted there are special places or groups where addicts can speak freely and anonymously about their malady with no judgement in front of a sharing and caring audience. Alcoholics have Alcoholics Anonymous and drug addicts have Narcotics Anonymous and those citizens suffering from Trump Derangement Syndrome have The New York Times. 

"I Am Part of the Resistance Inside the Trump Administration" penned by an Anonymous senior official inside the Trump administration reads just like an addict coming to terms with and admitting his powerlessness to the drug that rules him. Surrender is the first step toward freedom, but as every addict knows, that surrender must be total and complete which takes time, repeated "slips" or relapses, and some kind of "bottom" from which there seems to be no way out must be reached in order to jump start recovery. Anonymous is in the early stages but simply by speaking up and telling his story (I would know. I am one of them") he is effectively taking the First Step. And though it's true that the KOTCB blog addressed this very issue and defined an effective 12 Step Program for TDS in "the most imperfect messenger" way back in Nov. 2016 we must all remember that Time Takes Time and if it took two years for Anonymous to hear the message then that's alright - all part of God's plan. Perhaps John McCain's funeral was his bottom and watching the war hero who put Country First getting buried in that cold Arizona Maryland soil filled him with foreboding angst. Maybe the Red Wave this November will be his rock bottom. It's just too early to tell, but I have hope for him because of the last paragraph of his op-ed:

There is a quiet resistance within the administration of people choosing to put country first. But the real difference will be made by everyday citizens rising above politics, reaching across the aisle and resolving to shed the labels in favor of a single one: Americans.

There you have it my fellow citizens - the first tiny steps from empty prison of Country First to the glorious liberty of America First. It's a seemingly insignificant difference - "just semantics" the TDS sufferer would say with a look of distain and the brush-off. But that small difference makes ALL the difference and if Anonymous can start to believe what he's saying in this share then recovery is possible. I hope he asks Q to be his sponsor.

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Sadly, just like the drunkard Bukowski, there are many alcoholics who just can't get the message and recover from their hopeless condition of mind and body. They are "usually men and women who are constitutionally incapable of being honest with themselves. There are such unfortunates. They are not at fault; they seem to have been born that way. They are naturally incapable of grasping and developing a manner of living which demands rigorous honesty. Their chances are less than average." This is also true of TDS victims who drink deeply from the poisoned chalice of #FakeNews, Higher Learning and Mass Entertainment Media (like sports, movies and rock n' roll). Just as the boozer believes alcohol is the "problem" and does battle with the bottle each day so to do these poor fools who focus on Trump, Trump, Trump every day as though HE is the problem and if only our country could rid itself of Trump then everything would go back to normal (whatever that is). Bob Woodward is one of those lost souls who will live out his days chatting it up at the Cosmos Club and wondering how it all slipped away from him. His new book is appropriately titled "Fear" and the subject is (you've probably already guessed it) Donald J. Trump - our First Woman POTUS. Here's a sample:

John F. Kelly was another administration official with harsh words to say about his boss. In one small group meeting, Kelly said of Trump, “She’s an idiot. It’s pointless to try to convince her of anything. She’s gone off the rails. We’re in Crazytown. I don’t even know why any of us are here. This is the worst job I’ve ever had.”

It's true that having a boss that talks like a woman is probably difficult for military men to deal with but isn't it refreshing to have a POTUS who will hire men who disagree with him and are unvarnished in their criticism. Trump can take the heat baby - he's surrounded by these #NeverTrump ninnies - these deranged addicts consumed by resentment and fear - yet he marches on and, in the process, tries to help them recover. It's all lost on Woodward though because he is what he's always been - A CIA Mockingbird operative doing the dirty work of spreading malicious "Intelligence Community" lies to a gullible public. Good luck Mockingbird because you'll need it. The Elvis From Queens has got your number and knows exactly what you are and why you do the things you do. It's not going to work this time and just like your co-conspirator from a bygone era you will get what's coming to you. 


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