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The Yank Who Became a God
Cevin Soling is the co- or sole owner of most of The Satanic Temple's various corporations but goes by the pseudonym "Malcolm Jarry" when associating with TST in public, including—alarmingly—on many of their legal documents.
We've talked before about how before and during the early years of the Temple, Soling (as "Cevin Soling") was visiting the South Pacific island of Vanuatu, filming a documentation about himself as a would-be cargo cult messiah, fulfilling a prophecy of "John Frum".
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And we've shared before that photographer Jon Tonks and writer Christopher Lord were on the island at the same time as one of Soling's trips, sharing some of the articles about the book they published.
And we've shared before that photographer Jon Tonks and writer Christopher Lord were on the island at the same time as one of Soling's trips, sharing some of the articles about the book they published.
And we've shared before that photographer Jon Tonks and writer Christopher Lord were on the island at the same time as one of Soling's trips, sharing some of the articles about the book they published.
[Guardian] ‘There was a prophecy I would come’: the western men who think they are South Pacific kings
[Blind Magazine] How to Be a King: a Beginner’s Guide
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“I think as soon as we had met Cevin, we realised that that was the interesting thing,” says Tonks. “And we knew that if we spent a long amount of time there we would see all sorts of people doing the same thing."
But, until now we never had the full context for Tonks' and Lord's visit to Vanuatu or why seeing Soling arrive was so important.
We're sharing that excerpt below, but if you're interested and want more about the island, the John Frum movement, and other would-be messiahs, check out their book The Men Who Would Be King and Tonks' website.
For our narrow interests, the text suffices but the book it comes from primarily visual and covers several other would-be cargo cult messiahs as well as the communities those men visit, so if the below sparks your interests, pick up a copy.
The Men Who Would Be King by Jon Tonks and Christopher Lord £39.00 / $55.00 hardback (dewi lewis publishing) 200 pages, 72 colour plates & numerous illustrations ISBN: 978-1-911306-43-6
#The Satanic Temple#Cevin Soling#Jon Tonks#Christopher Lord#The Men Who Would Be King#Cargo Cult#cargo cult messiah#john frum#Vimeo
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"I have great respect and, well, appreciation for the Catholic Church. How could I not? After all, I'm a Jew. You made one of ours almighty!" JOHN LARROQUETTE as Carl Sack BOSTON LEGAL 4.19 "The Gods Must Be Crazy"
#when he says he goes to temple YAYYYYYYY sweet frum boychik#cs*#boston legal#john larroquette#*#carl's tie game is so good#the wardrobe on this show is always excellent but carl's style is consistently my favorite. simpler than denny's and brighter than alan's
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Vice President Kamala Harris walked onto the ABC News debate stage with a mission: trigger a Trump meltdown.
She succeeded.
Former President Donald Trump had a mission too: control yourself.
He failed.
Trump lost his cool over and over. Goaded by predictable provocations, he succumbed again and again.
Trump was pushed into broken-sentence monologues—and even an all-out attack on the 2020 election outcome. He repeated crazy stories about immigrants eating cats and dogs, and was backwards-looking, personal, emotional, defensive, and frequently incomprehensible.
Harris hit pain point after pain point: Trump’s bankruptcies, the disdain of generals who had served with him, the boredom and early exits of crowds at his shrinking rallies. Every hit was followed by an ouch. Trump’s counterpunches flailed and missed. Harris met them with smiling mockery and cool amusement. The debate was often a battle of eyelids: Harris’s opened wide, Trump’s squinting and tightening.
Harris’s debate prep seemed to have concentrated on psychology as much as on policy. She drove Trump and trapped him and baited him—and it worked every time.
Trump exited the stage leaving uncertain voters still uncertain about whether or not he’d sign a national abortion ban. He left them certain that he did not want Ukraine to win its war of self-defense. He accused Harris of hating Israel but then never bothered to say any words of his own in support of the Jewish state’s war of self-defense against Hamas terrorism. In his confusion and reactiveness, he seemed to have forgotten any debate strategy he might have had.
Something every woman watching the debate probably noticed: Trump could not bring himself to say the name of the serving vice president, his opponent for the presidency. For him, Harris was just a pronoun: a nameless, identity-less “she,” “her,” “you.” It’s said that narcissists cope with ego injury by refusing to acknowledge the existence of the person who inflicted the hurt. If so, that might explain Trump’s behavior. Harris bruised his feelings, and Trump reacted by shutting his eyes and pretending that Harris had no existence of her own independent of President Joe Biden, whose name Trump was somehow able to speak.
Hemmed, harried, and humiliated, Trump lost his footing and his grip. He never got around to making an affirmative case for himself. If any viewer was nostalgic for the early Trump economy before its collapse in his final year in office, that viewer must have been disappointed. If a viewer wanted a conservative policy message, any conservative policy message, that viewer must have been disappointed. When asked whether he had yet developed a health-care plan after a decade in politics, Trump could reply only that he had “concepts of a plan.”
Almost from the start, Harris was in control. She had better moments and worse ones, but she was human where Trump was feral. She had warm words for political opponents such as John McCain and Dick Cheney; Trump had warm words for nobody other than Viktor Orbán, the Hungarian strongman whom Trump praised for praising Trump. It was an all-points beatdown, and no less a beating because Trump inflicted so much of it on himself.
At a minimum, this display will put an end to the Trump claim that Harris is a witless nonentity unqualified to engage in debate. Harris met Trump face-to-face before tens of millions of witnesses. She dominated and crushed him, using as her principal tools her self-command and her shrewd insight into the ex-president’s psychic, moral, and intellectual weaknesses.
Will it matter that Harris so decisively won? How can it not? But it may matter more that Trump so abjectly lost to a competitor for whom he could not utter a syllable of respect.
David Frum is a staff writer at The Atlantic.
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Doom Prompt 18: Wraith knitting club
A writing prompt from my Doom discord, basted on the Garnets story. I still see the Wraiths of the Doom world being that kind of wine aunt that comes by, lets you get away with Chaos, but mostly within reason. Teach you how to pick a lock and fill you up with good food before poofing away.
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18: Hypothetical wraith knitting club where they talk about how feral John is. Pre fall of argent D'nur
“Where did you find him?”
Bastet looked up from patting the aquatic version of her Wintherins that her sister made, using her foremost right paw. “Find who, Sekhmet?”
“That cranky thing in your home nest city.” The other smaller wraith noted from where she was fanning her wings and settling beside her sister at the base of the World Spear.
“Oh, Bi’Jay, the hell born.” Bastet tilted her head, thought about it and then shrugged both her wings, “I have no idea where he came from. I noticed him when my wintherin kept chattering about him. Then he crawled into my nest proper, he stinks of Jakkad, but not as much as he used to.”
“He’s Jakkad born?” A third Wraith demanded in shock, pausing mid air as she fanned her wings, mid motion of about to land and curl up on a nice warm wood platform. “One of His children finally made it out alive from their prison?”
“He’s not Jakkad born, or descended,” Bastet shook her big head, the blind wraith scented the energies around and found where her smaller sister was and flopped a rear wing over Sekhmet. Grinning at the trill of protest. “He was definitely reborn in Jakkad’s wilds though, it shows. But he does not have the dominant features our brother favored for his children.”
“Feral little thing?” Ceres asked after she settled her serpentine self down, wings folding.
“Oh most definitely,” Bastet laughed, her smaller sister climbing up on her back to settle where it was mostly safe. The smaller Wraith was in her roughly humanoid shape, looking around and flicked her tail demandingly until Bastet sighed and shifted to flick her own up tail to hold her sister's.
“Of course you would like a feral thing of His,” A water Wraith noted coming into the area, snorting bubbles.
“I don't think the boy belongs to our lost brother.” Bastet noted, “Other than he seems to be able to absorb any kind of energy offered to him. He can't understand primordial at all. It's…odd. Something about of his makeup is like our Argenta, reminiscent of… Gaia’s work maybe? Her and some other brats left to seed other planets recently… I think. Right?”
“They did,” Ceres tilted her head, listening to the wraith songs from a distance. And then snorted, “Sounds like they're having a… wonderful time adapting their new children to a chaotic planet.”
“Not everything is easy to alter to a new planet.” Sekhmet noted as she stretched out between her larger sister's forewings. “We were very lucky with the Argenta.”
“Mentioning them,” the youngest wraith there lifted her head out of the water as she was climbed on by the aquatic wintherin. All three sets of her eyes reflecting annoyance, “Have you seen what they're up to?”
“Aren't they playing with our brother's children?” Ceres asked, grooming her feathers, and made an interesting sound at extracting a clinging gargoyle hatching out of her mane, “Vere, did this vome frum?”
Bastet cackled, “Hah! Ceres fell asleep in a cavern I bet! Best to sleep in a nest-city sister!”
“Even if it’s a long nap, the Sentinels take care of you when you sleep.” Sekhmet noted, and then wondered aloud. “I wonder what of our brother’s creations came by, I thought most were killed off or sealed in Jakkad?”
Ceres set the hatching back down in her coils, “I hope its the Gorgons coming back. They had nice voices. And sassy babies.”
“Unfortunately they went extinct outside of Jakkad.” Sekhmet sighed deeply, she liked those creatures too.
“I think they're called… ur’dac?” the water wraith paused and tried to remember, “They spoke strange, but were almost gathering some Argenta like a class?”
“...Urdak?” Bastet asked, turning her blind gaze to the younger sister. The biggest Wraith present did not look impressed, “Them? The Maykrs? Oh bother, those brats. I hope their ‘father’ keeps them in line.”
“Who are they?” the youngest asked as she rolled her mass in the water, playing with the creatures with her tail.
“Annoyances! The lot of them… well, I used to like a few of their angles, they were polite at least when Davoth was active.” Bastet snorted and then stretched. “If they are around, though, we should get ready for some headaches. And I need to shed this form.”
“What for?” Sekhmet asked as she held on tight.
“What else? To fight!”
“Are you really going to fight our brother’s children?”
“Yes.”
Ceres looked up and grinned, “I got some energy from a white star before it collapsed. Want some to help you shed Basket?”
“...Yes.”
#omie's writing#doom fanfiction#doom eternal#garnets story#Doom Eternal Wraiths#they are the wine aunts of gods lol
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I’m glad Frum brought up the disastrous, self-defeating campaign of Ralph Nader. In order to impose a cost on Democrats for being too mainstream, Nader sacrificed the battle against climate change (and make no mistake, no Green New Deal will alter the fact that we lost the fight for the next several centuries thanks to the 2000 election results) and enabled a presidential administration that would embroil the country in an Iraq invasion best classified as a war crime. Nothing good came from Nader’s quixotic efforts. George W. Bush and his cronies moved the national Overton window rightward, and the Democrats had no choice but to follow. What’s worse, Nader did not in fact learn from his error, since he ran again in 2004 and that time siphoned votes away from John Kerry, the antiwar candidate!
The “pro-Palestine” protestors threatening to sabotage the Harris campaign to the benefit of Trump will ensure worse outcomes for Palestinians and Americans, but in their narcissistic, nihilistic self-righteousness, they do not care. They’ll see the world burn down if they can’t have their way, and call it revenge on the system. Some may be accelerationists, thinking that the worse things get, the closer we will come to a global red-green coalition revolution. To that I ask how many times such ambitions have ever panned out (the answer is none - the reactionaries invariably take the opportunities to purge the radical and liberals in the same killing fields).
These Chicago protestors may be thinking strategically, but they are still deluded about what they stand to accomplish. A Trump victory would be a nightmare for all, with no redeeming features. If we care about the American republic or Palestinian rights to self-determination, a Harris presidency is our only hope. If that means ignoring, scorning, insulting these activists who have deceptively branded themselves as “pro-Palestine” in a postmodern act of false advertising, so be it.
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Tanna was not a principal site of #WorldWarII, but about 1,000 people from Tanna were recruited to work on the American military base on Éfaté. Exposure to First World living standards may have led to the development of cargo cults. Many have died out, but the John Frum c
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haelo once more. sharing thé hounds xxxvi playlist bcs. ough.
first off, vivos voco LISTEN. the watch inscription detail sent me into a fit bcs this is a song I’ve PERFORMED BEFORE,. that has that line in it. this line is approx where I broke down on the couch first (I was trying REALLY hard not to cry and it just. Broke)
Also fantastic atmosphere for the chap. secondly, dead voxel. aka desolation vibes straight from Minecraft music man himself c418
the divine comedy by Frums. Frums is one of my favorite sound designers of all time, andthe title and vibe fit here imo (actually also 32 and 33). listen to their other shit esp vignette album for more of the same (except swallow smoke and dropdead really, those are too intense.)
next, boreas by the oh hellos. if bitter water is the regular dreamling song this is hob post-wake. Waugh. Fire symbolism!!,
Last one and along the same vein, wishing well. running awayyyyyyyyy. this was playing thru the first half so the sound is now Ingrained into the chapter words.
thus concludes my auditory casing of the latest chap. PLS give us any songs u imagined for the chapters around 34 if u have any, I thrive on trading music tastes actually.
HELLO OH THANK YOU FOR THIS I LOVE MUSIC BOREAS ESPECIALLY PUNCHED ME IN THE GUT BUT THESE ARE ALL SO GOOD FUCK throwing these tracks into my big messy writing playlist full of all y’all’s recs <3 <3 <3
ch 34 vibes for me was actually me listening to the john coltrane/johnny hartman album on loop and also jeff buckley’s “grace” and “corpus christi carol”, which aren’t songs that necessarily lyrically align with anything but do have just. wonderfully melancholic emotional vibes that put me in the proper headspace
thanks for the ask and the songs!! they are truly a gift and i love them!!! <3 <3 <3
#hounds#the sandman#dream of the endless#hob gadling#hounds ch 34#wonderful song recs my friend#vergil says hello#<3 <3 <3#dreamling
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Ten Interesting Facts From Cult Following: The Extreme Sects That Capture Our Imaginations-and Take Over Our Lives
Adherents to Koreshan Unity believe that the earth is hollow, with the ground being the sphere's concave interior surface. The sun, planets, and everything else in the sky are optical illusions created by a set of metal discs.
One John Frum sect worshiped Prince Philip after a photo of him was found in a government outpost in the 1960s.
The Soul Light Resurgence Association believed that the earth had experienced five nuclear apocalypses, but God came in a flying saucer to rescue believers. The first nuclear apocalypse was a dinosaur war.
In addition to the Tate-LaBianca murders, it has been proven that the Manson Family killed two more people, and they may have committed a dozen more murders.
In December 1992, members of The Children of God/the Family sang for First Lady Barbara Bush at the White House.
Mohan Chandra Rajneesh, the founder of the Rajneesh Movement, convinced his followers to buy him a $1 million watch. He also owned ninety-three Rolls-Royces.
Before the sarin attack at Kasumigaseki Station, Aum Shinrikyo murdered the lawyer representing former members in a civil lawsuit and his family, attempted to buy nuclear weapons in Russia, tried to purchase land in Australia to mine uranium, and killed twenty people using Venomous Agent X.
The Planetary Activation Organization (AKA Ground Crew Project) got the attention of the media after members of the Heaven's Gate cult committed suicide, because they both had websites. However, there has been no abuse, crime, or unnatural deaths linked to the cult.
Wiley Brooks, the founder of the Breatharian Insitute of America, gained media attention after claiming to have not eaten solid food for seventeen years. His time as a cult leader ended quickly after he was caught leaving a 7-Eleven with a Slurpee, hot dog, and pack of Twinkies.
Many celebrities or people associated with celebrities have been connected to cults beyond Scientology and NXIVM. Thomas Nichols, the brother of Star Trek actress Nichelle Nichols, committed suicide with thirty-eight other members of the Heaven's Gate cult. Rod Sterling, Ray Bradbury, Leonard Nimoy, Jane Fonda, Charlton Heston, and Milton Berle attended Synanon meetings. Painter Jackson Pollock and Singer Judy Collins were Syllivanians.
#cult following: the extreme sects that capture our imaginations and take over our lives#j.w. ocker#cults
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El País Más Extraño Del Pacífico 🇻🇺 Usa el código: AVENTURA para tener un 15% de descuento en RHINOSHIELD Enlace a la web: https://ift.tt/Ow8iqCD Dicen que Vanuatu es "el país inexplicable" y fui a comprobar por qué. No tuve tiempo de ver todo lo que tiene para ofrecer, pero en los 6 días que estuve sí que vi varias de las cosas más curiosas e impactantes que he conocido. Tanto que tengo que volver! Conviértete en miembro de Ramilla de Aventura para apoyar el canal y acceder a muchas ventajas: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCyPaCXX5RPYa0Q-eE_gGDug/join 📱Redes Sociales: → https://ift.tt/n0ZuvYq → https://twitter.com/ramillaaventura Timestamps: 00:00 por qué vine a Vanuatu 00:54 el país que formaba parte de 2 colonias a la vez! 16:00 viaje a Tanna y volcán en erupción 24:20 Tribu Yakel 33:08 aguas termales y poblado tradicional 40:07 John Frum y el Culto Cargo Para los que me preguntáis, aquí tenéis todos los productos que uso para hacer los vídeos y para viajar: 🤳Setup pequeño -Gopro Hero 11: https://amzn.to/3lxyu0J -Empuñadura flotante Gopro: https://amzn.to/39iXWR6 -Baterías y Cargador: https://amzn.to/3TJRNRa y https://amzn.to/3rQ4KMg -Móvil (lo utilizo mucho para grabar recursos, y me va muy bien para grabar cosas lejanas cuando no tengo mi cámara grande): https://amzn.to/3LGsiy9 -Cámara acción 360º: https://ift.tt/YW7H6xy 💻Edición -Portátil: https://amzn.to/3kaTzd5 -Disco duro SSD: https://amzn.to/3rV5ZtJ -Disco duro normal: https://amzn.to/3OBWwBn -Powerbank 24000mAh: https://amzn.to/3KXElFj -Cargador para TODO cuando viajo: https://amzn.to/3HajEol -Tarjetas de Memoria: https://amzn.to/41z6h9m -Estuche para Tarjetas SD: https://amzn.to/3xVaB70 Otros: -Dónde busco vuelos: https://ift.tt/SrKaV6M **si compráis algún producto a través de cualquiera de los links anteriores, yo recibo una pequeña comisión de afiliado, sin que esto repercuta en el precio del producto. via YouTube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pkk7_maxvDU
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Britt and Huggins Join West Liberty University's Foundation Board
The West Liberty University Foundation is pleased to announce the appointment of two new members to its Board of Directors. The newly appointed members - Dr. Kenith Britt, PhD and Dr. Brian Huggins, DO - bring a wealth of experience and a shared commitment to supporting the mission and strategic goals of West Liberty University. Britt, a 2002 graduate of WLU, serves as the Chief Operating Officer and Chancellor of Marian University Indianapolis. In this role, Dr. Britt oversees academics, athletics, mission, enrollment, student life, and strategic growth initiatives across three campus locations. Under his leadership, the university has seen significant advancements in enrollment and marketing communications, contributing to its fundraising success of more than $50 million annually. Britt is an accomplished leader in the field of education with a rich background in advancing institutions through strategic growth and innovation.Previously, Dr. Britt served as Marian’s SVP for Strategic Growth & Innovation, where he orchestrated the successful merger of marketing and enrollment departments, leading to record university enrollments. As the founding dean of the Fred S. Klipsch Educators College, he dramatically increased enrollment and raised $115 million to support the college’s vision.Britt earned his Ph.D. in Educational Leadership from The Catholic University of America, an M.A. in Leadership Studies from Marshall University, and a B.A. in Elementary Education with a Minor in Mathematics from West Liberty University. He is the proud husband to Jessica Britt, a 2003 graduate of WLU, and father to four beautiful daughters.An esteemed presenter and community leader, Dr. Britt has contributed to numerous conferences and publications on educational leadership and teacher preparation. His board appointments and memberships reflect his commitment to community service and educational excellence. His impact in Indianapolis led to his selection of the Indy’s Best and Brightest Award in 2017.Huggins, a 2006 graduate of WLU, is the Health Officer of the Monongalia County Health Department where he is responsible for program objectives and standards that promote and support population health in Monongalia County and the surrounding counties. In addition, Huggins serves as the Chief of Aerospace Medicine for the United States Air Force Reserves, 910 Medical Squadron, Youngstown Air Reserve Station. He formerly served as Assistant Professor and Occupational Medicine Physician at the West Virginia University School of Public Health.Huggins earned a Master’s Degree in Public Health from the UNC Gillings School of Global Public Health, a Doctor of Osteopathic Medicine from the West Virginia School of Osteopathic Medicine and a BS in Biology and a Minor in Theatre from West Liberty University. He resides in Morgantown, WV with his wife Kat Timms. "We are thrilled to welcome these distinguished individuals to our Board of Directors," said Dr. Dan Joseph, Chairperson of the West Liberty University Foundation. "Their diverse expertise and passion for education will be invaluable as we continue to support the university's mission and enhance the educational opportunities for our students."Britt and Huggins join a board that includes 21 other members, led by Chairman Daniel I. Joseph ’75, Wheeling, W.Va. and including: Jeremy West ’99 (Vice Chair), Wheeling, W.Va.; David Croft ‘89 (Treasurer), Wheeling, W.Va.; Anissa Anderson ‘94 (Secretary), New Martinsville, W.Va.; Marty Adams ’75, Naples, Fla.; Jason Blair ‘95, Mount Pleasant, S.C.; John Bonassi ’69, Pittsburgh, Pa.; Clyde Campbell ’53, Wheeling, W.Va.; Christine Carder ’72, Wheeling, W.Va.; Todd Cover ’98, Wheeling, W.Va.; John Dolan ’78, Indiana, Pa.; Linda Edwards ’64, Wellsburg, W.Va.; James Frum ’61, Wheeling, W.Va.; Diane Gongaware ’78, Fairfax, Va.; John McCullough, Triadelphia, W.Va.; Donald Nickerson ’82, Wheeling, W.Va.; E. Alex Paris III ’82, Avella, Pa.; Denise Penz ’97,Summerville, SC; Clifton Spinner ’87, Columbus, Ohio; Samuel Stone, Morgantown, W.Va.; Beth Weaver ’85, Wheeling, W.Va.The West Liberty University Foundation supports the University through the cultivation, investment, and stewardship of private funds. For more information, please contact Executive Director Betsy Delk at [email protected] or 304-336-8847. Read the full article
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The first question about January 6 was asked at minute 41.
Donald Trump replied with a barrage of crazy lies, ending by seeming to blame Nancy Pelosi’s documentarian daughter.
Then, just to be fair, CNN moderator Jake Tapper followed up with a question to President Joe Biden. Did he really mean to imply that Trump’s voters were a danger to democracy? Biden fumbled the answer, as he fumbled so many other answers. The octogenarian president delivered a fiasco of a performance on the Atlanta debate stage. But the fiasco was not his alone.
Everything about the event was designed to blur the choice before Americans. Both candidates—the serving president and the convicted felon—were addressed as “President.” The questions treated an attempted coup d’état as one issue out of many. The candidates were left to police or fail to police the truth of each other’s statements; it was nobody else’s business.
It may be no coincidence that the modern television presidential debate was born at a time of national political consensus. In 1960, John F. Kennedy and Richard Nixon presented a choice very familiar to viewers in the days of three big channels and a limited number of mass-market products: You could choose Crest or Colgate, two very similar products to meet a similar need. One might be a little mintier, the other a little spicier, but both did the job. Now we live in a very different world, a world in which the choice is much more existential—and yet we retain the Crest-versus-Colgate format.
How could it be otherwise? We live in a political culture in which some of us think the supreme issue of our time was an attempted violent overthrow of the Constitution, while other Americans think it was Hunter Biden’s laptop. There are means and institutions to arbitrate those differences. That’s what elections do. But television debates cannot do it, because television debates don’t happen unless they get buy-in from both sides. Therefore, television debates are designed necessarily to ratify the concept of “both sides.”
Ferocious controversy will probably now erupt over Biden’s leadership of the Democratic Party. We’ll hear all kinds of plans to swap him out somehow. Maybe those plans will be workable, but probably not. Through the uproar, it will be important to keep in mind that this election is not about Biden. It’s about you and your commitments and your values. Biden is just the instrument. Like any instrument, he’s imperfect. But better an imperfect instrument than a would-be autocrat who demands a cult of personality.
A century ago, the socialist leader (and presidential candidate) Eugene V. Debs rebuked followers who idolized him: “I would not lead you into the promised land if I could, because if I led you in, someone else would lead you out. You must use your heads as well as your hands, and get yourself out of your present condition.”
Against the threat of Trump, Americans must save themselves. The job of doing so cannot be delegated to some charismatic savior—and anyway, that charismatic savior has yet to present himself or herself. Television always wants to reduce active human beings to passive viewers. The presidential-debate format has especially served this purpose: “Do I prefer the candidate in the red tie or the blue one?”
This most recent debate has taught the danger of spectatorship. The job of saving democracy from Trump will be done not by an old man on a gaudy stage, but by those who care that their democracy be saved. Biden’s evident frailties have aggravated that job and made it more difficult, but they have also clarified whose job it is. Not his. Yours.
David Frum is a staff writer at The Atlantic.
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