So, the Male Trailing Spouse, a card-carrying member of the elite press, accurately predicted the presidency of Donald J. Trump way back in the summer of 2016. Am I upset about the rise and rise of a right-wing populist? No. I'm kind of glad to be living in an authoritarian country once again. Nine years in Thailand, a country where you had to watch what you said, what you did, where you went and what you did there, turned out to be good prep for life in the newly minted Republic of Trump. Suffice to say, I am thoroughly warmed up for a new reality in which everything is unpleasant or bad.
Dystopia Now? Not quite, old chap. The protagonist of a fictional dystopia is almost always unable to question the social and political order of the Brave New World in which he or she is living. The protagonist of a dystopia, in other words, is trapped and unable to escape his or her reality. The funny thing is that nobody round here, in Atlanta that is, seems to give a flying hoot about the prospect of being trapped in an America on lockdown. The ordinary American taxpayer is far too complacent, uncomprehending and brow beaten to plan his or her escape from the Republic of Trump. And why should they? For the world of 1984 has only just begun.
Trump's 1987 portrait