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Thom Dunn is a Boston-based writer, musician, and utterly terrible dancer. He is the singer/guitarist for the indie rock/power-pop the Roland High Life, as well as a staff writer for the New York Times’ Wirecutter and a regular contributor at BoingBoing.net. Thom enjoys Oxford commas, metaphysics, and romantic clichés (especially when they involve whiskey), and he firmly believes that Journey's "Don't Stop Believing" is the single greatest atrocity committed against mankind. He is a graduate of Clarion Writer's Workshop at UCSD ('13) & Emerson College ('08).
Donald Trump Jr. and the Russian Giving Tree: A Children's Book →
Once there was a Russian tree
and she loved a little boy
and everyday the boy would come
and beg the tree for dirt on Hillary Clinton.
Reflections on my trip to the Paris Climate Accord now that Trump screwed us (again) →
Let’s Think About This From Comey’s Point-of-View For A Second →
The storyteller in me is always interested in what goes on in other people’s heads. There are various cliches about how every villain is a hero in their own story, and I generally think that’s true — both in fiction, and in real life.
And as more and more information comes out about the whole Russia-Trump-Comey-Hillary-Email-Clusterfuck, I think it’s important for us all to remember that these are actual human beings, who, like all of us, are often forced to make decisions with limited time and with even more limited information, and that sometimes, they get it wrong.
(Except for Trump, obviously; he’s little more than a spoiled chaos demonbaby in the middle of his greatest tantrum yet.)
So instead of arguing about conspiracies and fake news and hypocritical firings or whatever petty satisfaction the Internet is feeding on right now, put yourself in Comey’s shoes, circa June 2016.
Read MoreA Trump voter bought me a beer in Boston last night.
I hit a serious wall of brain fog around 3:30pm yesterday, so I decided to get some fresh air and walk to the pub.
(And for the record: yes, this is a thing I actually do. I go to the pub by myself to read or to write or just to BS with strangers and feel like I'm being social after being cooped up in my house all alone and writing all day. And of course, being me, my pub of choice is an Irish hipster punk rock dive bar named for a radical socialist LGBTQ-friendly IRA poet, because, duh)
At some point, I was sitting there reading this article from The Intercept on my phone when I ended up in conversation with the guy to my right over which whiskey he should order. I just overheard him talking to the bartender about voting for Trump, and given the number of election-related thinkpieces about "understanding Trump voters" I had tried to absorb during my earlier brainfog, I decided to keep the conversation going. He was a 50 year old white guy, and being that I live in the kind of progressive bastion neighborhood that would protest a god damn Whole Foods, I was curious what kind of Trump voter would end up at a pub like that.
Read MoreA Tale of Two Idioms: "The Ends Justify The Means" & "Let Those Who Have Not Sinned Cast The First Stones."
To live in — and, by extension, participate in — a democratic-republic system automatically means that you are comfortable with the ends justifying the means. I've heard that phrase used to pejoratively refer to fellow Hillary supporters, but I actually think it applies to *everyone* involved.
If you don't vote? Your means are a hearty shrug that justifies that whatever happens, happens, 'cause whatevs.
If you vote Republican in this election, you are saying that the means of bigotry, bullying, oppression, and the subjugation of fair working conditions for everyone justify either the maybe-possible potential of slight economic improvement for some people which hopefully includes yourself although you can't guarantee, or that you've eradicated the "establishment elite" (whatever that means) from the system to usher in some form of change (whatever that means, although it includes the means that you already justified).
Alternately, if you vote Republican strictly because you want to crush women's rights to choose, you are justifying those same means of bigotry, bullying, oppression, and subjugation of worker's rights justify that maybe-possibly-hopefully-for-you, there will be no more abortions. More on Jesus in a bit.
If you vote Third Party, you are saying that the means of either federally funding a Third Party in the future, or absolving yourself from the process of a two-party system, justifies whatever the end result may be.
(I suppose that, more specifically and less defeatist, Libertarian voters are okay with losing some administrative protections for people in the hopes that our social and economic rules both eventually level out in the favor of some Utopian ideal of freedom. Green voters are okay with electing a self-serving pseudo-fascist whackjob in the hopes of justifying the passing of literally any part of a far-left progressive that I, personally, agree with, which is why I'm being so unnecessarily harsh to Stein.)
If you vote Democrat in this election, like I plan to do, you are saying that some obvious cases of collusion within the DNC at large, and some unfortunate foreign policy issues, are okay if it means that the vast majority of our fellow US citizens still get to enjoy their civil rights, and that there will be more opportunities for advancement in this country for people from all walks of life.
(I guess it also means that you're okay with the means of a qualified leader who married a guy who can't keep it in his pants, finally having the power to make some damn decisions)
And here's where we get to the Jesus proverb, since the evangelical vote is so significant, and because Christian mythology so informs our social makeup, for better or for worse:
All of these situations involve throwing some stones — which, for the sake of this intellectual idiomatic exercise, are the "means" of the other overly-simplistic philosophy. None of our votes or beliefs come without baggage or compromise. And unfortunately, we are complicit in the means that justify our desired ends (specifically for the sake of rhetorical Facebook argumentative bullshit logic).
We all want to present an image of ideological purity, but unfortunately, that's just not a realistic possibility, given the way our country (and world) functions. So the question is: which stones are you most comfortable throwing?
The Ballad of Bad Hombre Man & Queen Nasty Woman
He rode out at dawn
And he headed west:
The Bad Hombre Man
from the Yuge Land of Best
But when he arrived
she was already there:
The Queen Nasty Woman
mounted on her white mare.
They both drew their guns
packed with bullets of words.
Hers were sharp, smart, and clear;
His: the best that he'd heard.
Now I’ll clarify
this for those unaware:
Yes, she’s fine with guns
When they’re not everywhere.
Now back to their duel
in that desert, noon high.
Where Queen Nasty Woman
brought Bad Hombre to die.
For when she took aim
with her practice and plans
she sniped his small gun
from his small grabby hands
To that Bad Hombre Man
from the Best Land of Yuge,
It had never occurred
he could possibly lose
But he slipped from his saddle
and fell flat in the dirt
He was frantic to find
some new way he could hurt
that there Queen Nasty Woman
mounted high on her steed
laying traps all around
everywhere he might lead
Leaving Bad Hombre Man
with no pussy to grab
For the sword ‘tween his legs
was all he knew how to stab
And so Queen Nasty Woman
Turned her mare and she rode
towards that house, White and fair
to once more be her home
I wrote a campaign song for Donald Trump. ('cause seriously, he's an asshat) #MakeAmericaPunkAgain
And if you want to buy the audio...
Lyrics
Maybe if I vote for Donald Trump
I'll finally get to be
a big ol' billionaire bank bastard
eating wagyu and the weak.
Oh, and the gub'mint ain't gon' touch me
if I don't keep money here.
Lord please let me vote for Donald Trump this year.
No I never trust authorities
They're always after me
But those cops, they best come runnin'
when there's black kids on my street.
We need more rules, but just don't regulate
my shotgun or my beer.
Lord, please let me vote for Donald Trump this year.
Oh yes I hate the net-gross paycheck part
that the taxman takes from me.
No my hard-earned cash ain't goin'
toward your stupid schools and streets.
Why should I subsidize the ER trips
for hobos, sluts, and queers?
Lord, please let me vote for Donald Trump this year.
I deserve every right and resource
That the world has given me.
Not like all them other takers
full of laziness and greed
Ban all the brown-skinned Muslim terrorists,
we'll have nothing left to fear!
Lord, please let me vote for Donald Trump this year.