The Tricknology Of Lesser Evilism (Hillary Clinton, Donald Trump, And Malcolm X)

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The most compelling thing said about this election came from a man who’s been dead longer than I’ve been alive:

“If Johnson had been running all by himself, he would not have been acceptable to anyone. The only thing that made him acceptable to the world was that the shrewd capitalists, the shrewd imperialists, knew that the only way people would run toward the fox would be if you showed them a wolf. So they created a ghastly alternative. And it had the whole world — including people who call themselves Marxists — hoping that Johnson would beat Goldwater.”

Malcolm X on the 1964 Presidential Election, from Malcolm X Speaks

Malcolm X understood that in politics, the more extreme the perception of differences between Democrats and Republicans, the more likely that fear rather than reason will determine how votes are cast.

True then, true now, so much so that the parallels between Hillary Clinton and Lyndon Johnson on the left side of the ideological spectrum and Donald Trump and Barry Goldwater on the right are too eerie to ignore.

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Not So Noble And Barely Literary Thoughts On The Nobel Prize For Literature

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It’s been dry times for the Nobel Prize for Literature, even though there was actually an era when it was The Oscars for book nerds.

(So yeah, I’m a book nerd. Down for life.)

Ah, the 1990s, that feverish run of Octavio Paz, Nadine Gordimer, Derek Walcott, Toni Morrison, Kenzaburo Oe, and Seamus Heaney. Compared to this, I haven’t really pricked my ears up at Nobel Literature announcements since madman Harold Pinter in 2005.

But as the announcement looms, Murakami is in the air, that great techno-fabulist who augurs as much cool and as much weird as our post-postmodern age thinks it thinks it can stomach. Should he win, it would be fitting. He’s the End-Time Prophet for a “time” that’s ending all the time. And thus, his acceptance speech should be a hologramed continuous loop of him chanting “We will rock you,” with Queen playing in the background.

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