Mesmerism
It isn’t true to say I learned nothing from Mrs. Eddy. She taught me to reject mesmerism —even if only as a knock on the competition. But, truly, I despise a messianic pose. I can pick up on an ego-freak from across the planet —and the frequency I tune in on best is whether he knows what he’s talking about. And, often, he does not because the only thing he is truly expert at is deceiving people. Knowing what he’s talking about is merely a trick that the mesmerist must practice at enough to fool most of the people. And what a time-consumer! The mesmerist knows that he cannot know enough to be the master of the task at hand, so his energies are turned instead to practicing the art of distraction —all the while damning distractions as the enemy of his purpose, which is to get your panties off, madam, and to have your wallet, sirrah. The mesmerist is a hack with a talent for lying, but what are you gonna do?
Call him on it, I think. Just say no to the lie of post-partisanism and the shameful lie of a post-racial America. I think the Mayor of Newark said it best:
Well, I reject the term post-racial, it kind of scares me in the sense that I never want that to happen to America. Ah, let’s not sanitize, homogenize, deodorize our country, dear God we are not a homogenous country like Norway or Holland, nor do I want us to be, not that there’s anything wrong with that, but I want to be America. We are America, because we have strong Italian communities steeped in who they are, Irish communities with the pride of that community, Korean, Mexican, Haitian, Nigerian. We are the United States of America which is the wonderful collection of so many different races, ethnicities and religions and God forbid if we ever get to a point where we “transcend our race.”
In another few cycles, I wouldn’t mind voting for this man to be my President. In fact, I suspect I would be proud to. Because, by then, he will be ready. And because he knows what he is talking about.
