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Enver Hoxha
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Gestures are not meaningless. After the death of Albania's iron-fisted dictator Enver Hoxha in 1985, so many people showed up to stomp, dance, and cheer on the grave that the government had to move his body to a private cemetery. The death of Margaret Thatcher in 2013 led to impromptu "grave-dancing" street parties in working-class cities like Glasgow and Brixton. Everyone feared Stalin and hated him for it. When his body got moved from the Red Square Mausoleum in 1961 to a modest gravesite beside the Kremlin wall, rumor had it that several high-ranking party officials who had survived his various purges held a kind of Russian kegger at the new dig: "They drank, cheered, and physically stamped on the dirt above him."
Poet Diane Wakoski wrote "Dancing on the Grave of a Son of a Bitch" in 1972 because there was a sonovabitch, the "Motorcycle Betrayer" Wakoski called him, who needed exorcism from her life. The poem is a kind of ritual chant, the sort you might intone to ward off evil.
Dancing, even on a grave, is not just about revenge. It's about joy, too. Relief. The only time I ever went outside a watering hole to dance smack-dab in the middle of the street was on a late night when my candidate at the time won the White House. (Ring those bells while you can, because by tomorrow you'll hate everyone. Dreams always decay.)
So let's have a party when it happens. Let's dance and whirl and cavort. We'll invite those five Indiana state senators who got defeated in their primaries after they were targeted as disloyal because they didn't want to redistrict Indiana. We'll invite Thomas Massie of Kentucky. I hear he's a smart fellow and doesn't pull his punches. Maybe we should make Brad Raffensperger, who didn't get to be governor of Georgia because of 11,780 votes, our toastmaster for the evening. And certainly Bill Cassidy and John Cornyn ought to want to be there. We'll certainly invite them. E. Jean Carroll too. And a host of others. Maybe the new occupants of the White House would let us rent the ballroom.
4 comments:
Petty and pointless.
A sign of a bad upbringing.
The USA has devolved to one horse town. I was determined Friday to begin a trench and run power to my outbuilding. I went to my "golf bag" and chose my faithful mattock of many years. I felt like Tiger Woods returning from re-hab as I hefted it. But before 10 strokes the heavy head began to rock and finally fell off into my tiny ditch. The hardware doesn't sell handles anymore and the flea markets are all gone. I'm facing a depressing situation where I'll have to convert a crude billet using a draw knife and a belt sander.
The grave dancing is one afternoon tea party and it will be awhile before
I haul the new #8 feedwire out and demarcate my path. Attacking Iran
with a dry-rotted foreign policy had similar results. We're gonna be starting from scratch.
Jose' Diaz- Ballart (NBC Weekend Evening News Anchor, age 66) dd not include any stories from the Middle East in his May 30 broadcast. Except for Truth Social DJT has been silent since Wednesday, with his primary concern being the flop of his June 14 birthday bash and cage fight. If he were deposed by health or expired tonight the USA would still be on the hook for a settlement
of the war on Iran, and Israel's war on Lebanon. It is profoundly strange that
national news has nothing to say. Diaz-Ballart is of Cuban heritage and he was silent on the cruel siege and threatened invasion of Cuba.
Whomever who might succeed Trump would be left holding the bag.
Up to a trillion dollars might be required as reparations, and the USA would likely lose about 10 damaged bases and have to mostly withdraw from the
Persian Gulf. Israel (a nuclear armed state with missiles in the Negev, aboard
fighter-bombers, and on submarines: around 90 warheads) would have to be reined in and placated. Then we have the situation that the World Economy
could likely not be ironed out before 2032, with stagflation affecting everyone.
As David Letterman often said, "I'd hate to hand this problem to a monkey on a rock." If People are to survive through the 2030s revolutionary changes
are required. And Wowee is weather getting hot!
Repent ye sinners! The END is nigh!
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