Watching The Donald’s scripted reformation as a born-again Zionist, I dozed off and awoke back in ’84 watching The Adventures of Buckaroo Bonzai Across the Eighth Dimension.
A rocking Hong Kong Cavalier and neurosurgeon, Buckaroo, as his fans will never forget, was “born to an American mother and a Japanese father, and thus began life as he was destined to live it—going in several directions at once . . .”
In the flick, the ethnicity of Buckaroo’s mother was unspecified, but in my reverie she was an Esther-like paragon Jewish American princess who equaled Jesse Owens’ medals at Hitler’s Olympics.
His ancestry made my Buckaroo a perfect foil to Donald Trump’s bigoted neo-Isolationism as well as a legendary leader of AIPAC who performed saving Zionist brain surgery on Ronald Reagan after “Cap” Whineberger tried to poison the president’s ear with anti-Zionist rot.
Unfortunately, I awoke the next morning to the real world of AIPAC and President Lillian Pinkus’ tearful apologetics for Trump’s overly-applauded, lèse-majesté against President Obama.
I’m hoping to next dream of Fox’s Trumpophobic Megyn Kelly: unapologetic, dry-eyed (au contraire to The Donald’s smear about her temperamental chemistry), converted, and coronated as AIPAC’s first female president.
If President Obama wants apologies, he should cry over his tasteless last tango in Argentina in the wake of the Brussels' attack—and express regrets for his Administration’s more sinning-than-sinned-against stance toward Israel’s government.
In Anti-Trump World or Marlon Brando’s pre-ISIS Paris, Buckaroo and Megyn would make quite an item.
Again in the real world, I share the AIPAC audience's comfort level with Hillary Clinton.
