The Theatre of Power: Vance, Kennedy, Musk and the Golden Age of Performative Politics, a.k.a, The Coreless Circus of Fools, united by one big thing, self-interest.
In a world of multiple wives and sprawling families, Vance stands out—his wife’s “who-I-am-is-who-you-see” approach to fashion a subtle act of performative authenticity. Not a comic, not a jester, but a devout player in the religious theater of politics. You can always count on him to offer prayers as we bomb enemies, and he’ll do it on Signal, no less—because authenticity means mixing piety with private encrypted messaging.
But here’s the kicker: neither Vance nor his wife are professional actors, and they don’t need to be. Real life is absurd enough to outshine any scripted drama. Whether it’s depositing roadkill from upstate New York and Central Park alongside a bicycle, or swimming with his kids in a notoriously polluted, toxic stream, Robert Kennedy delivers the kind of absurdist spectacle that keeps the Kennedy Magic alive. It takes a special kind of crazy to finally get things done—like banning dangerous food dyes—that eluded reformers for decades. For every scientific victory, there’s a matching completely whacked-out cure. Such is the charm of the Kennedy legacy: chaotic, inexplicable, yet undeniably occasionally effective.
The world is big, complicated, and messy. But to control it—and secure our freedom—we keep things simple: performative, entertaining, wholesome, like a 1962 Hollywood movie, the last golden age of America. Remember? My Three Sons, Bewitched and Hogans Heroes.
“Jesus Christ, God manifested in flesh, crucified, resurrected, and coming again, has a pressure cooker for every dead, Muslim.”
Did you lose a contest? Don’t worry—it’s rigged. Did some inconvenient truth come out? Fake news. Opponents? Wrong. Supporters? Right. The simplicity of this binary worldview is the true secret to the golden life.
A cabinet of court jesters—fooling around with the world. Musk commented “whay can’t we make this work fun?” Things that Rockefeller, Morgan and Carnegie, missed out on the perfect blend of entertainment and politics, as did Washington, Jefferson and Lincoln. Except for the Constitution, these are completely different times, our animal spirits thrive on discord, disruption, and reinvention—concepts that only make sense when viewed through the lens of entertainment. and the internet. After all, entertainment is the only thing that might make sense of this madness, or, at least let us escape it in entertainment.
RNC, Cleveland, 2016
Jester politics—the 51st state of Canada, the takeover of Panama and Greenland—you never know what might trend next. That’s why the show must go on, not just for entertainment’s sake, but for sheer spectacle. Freedom, cities, the reopening and remodeling of Alcatraz Island or the personal inspection of the gold in Fort Knox by the President himself. Whether it happens or not, is not the point. These are seeds thrown to the wind – ya never know what will take root.
As the Ringmaster, the CEO, director, producer, and star, he’s The Leading Man from Mar-a-Lago. It ain’t Camp David—it’s the epicenter of suckin up and kissin ass. It’s exactly what the golden age of America looks like. The wealthiest it’s ever been, the strongest it’s ever been, and certainly the greatest it can be. Blue-collar and billionaire classes, united for the first time in history, have made America wealthy again. But, most importantly, entertaining again. And if that wasn’t enough, the Leader took an impromptu bullet on center stage. Unrehearsed, unfazed to trauma, the reaction were bolts of political lightning- fight, fight, fight, and buy, buy, buy $TRUMP crypto, or, simply dozens of Trump products including NFTs, guitars, watches, clothing, and much more.
Not a crooner, or dance-man, but his own original dance is a sensation. Not a rapper, but his interviews and speeches are modern American art. His extreme mental acuity shines through in his signature move: – the Art of the Weave—an elaborate spoken dance of referential digressions and spiels, that is always part of his entertaining weave of ideas and free associations, never forgotten, and always tied up to a remarkable end point. It’s mastery of language, always mistaken, by the fake news, as rambling and chaos, but are scatter bombs of outrage that stun and provoke demanding guaranteed reactions. When the flood stage of reactions is reached, the performance reaches its crescendo and the audience is given only one choice, overburdened with the Leader’s multiple visions – only wild applause. praise and fan enthusiasm – can be the reaction to his infinite wisdom.
His entertainment chops and musical wisdom are on a par with his political talents.“President Trump is a virtuoso and his musical choices represent a brilliant palette of vibrant colors when others often paint in pale pastels,” says Steven Cheung, White House communications director, in a statement. “… There is nobody more uniquely qualified to bring this country, and its rich history of the arts, back to prominence.”
The entertainment virtuoso and world leader has even put on a show of military strength, with a production cost of just 46 million on his birthday, no doubt a future national holiday, giving a world stage to both him and his military. “…seeing the convergence of birth dates as evidence of his consecration: “Providential,” as current U.S. chief of protocol Monica Crowley describes it. “Hand of God, for sure.” All the bickering and zealotry are enough to make real patriots lose their religion — however many of them remain.” (WP quote)
Playing the lead in the greatest comeback story ever told, the Leader’s saga affirms the divine intervention of the Lord himself. Like in sports, it’s the Greatest Comeback in the history of the world. The show, we know, will never end. Trump will never be forgotten and will stream eternally, well past his fourth term in office, with sons and dughters ready to continue his legacy and his presidency.
He takes credit for everything good and blames, mostly Biden, for everything bad and weak. Add concepts like Freedom Cities, or taking over Canada, Greenland, and Panama and reactions reach flood stage, where, like I’ll good entertainment, anything can happen, when the mind is stimulated by the gross subjectivity of art and entertainment.
And the female Mar-a-Lago look? A Leader slathered in make-up, inspiring the look of the doll—frozen in time, that began with Marie Osmond – always 30— flawless botox, hair extensions, usually blonde, and high heels – timeless.
Mar-aLago – from sea to lake, it’s quite a venue, home and place.
As the old song goes:
Young man, there’s a place you can go.
I said young man, when you’re short on your dough.
You can stay there, and I’m sure you will find
Many ways to have a good time.