COCK FIGHT

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The scene here is at first glance simple. We seem to have classic cock fight; a pair of bought and paid for, bred for the job chickens circle in the pit. They are surrounded by their owners and investors, who are gamblers as much as they are capitalists as they can never be sure if their birds will return to their particular roosts. It’s a good metaphor for the current state of American politics.

But there is a twist, a double paradox that in my book makes it a lot more interesting. There is a third chicken just entering the fray; and that twist has a twist. The newest bird in the fight looks like a mini version of one of the owner/investors. So which is he? Confused? Me too.

The second big question around here is, is this untested chicken crazy or a genius? I say neither. I don’t believe he’s crazy. We don’t have to use psychoanalytical jargon to describe what seem to be his motives and consequent [re]actions. Ordinary words such as avaricious and vindictive will do just fine. Nor do I see him as a genius. What has he done but lie and spend money? Nothing really. No genius there.

But this is a country where his kind are encouraged, ennobled, and sadly, all to often elected. It’s a society where lying and spending will make you famous regardless of anything else you do or are, good or bad. And fame, here, leads to power and that power is inevitable abused. America, when are you gonna figure out that a gold-plated cock is still a cock?

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