This past November, that “damp, drizzly month of my soul” and the same month that Herman Melville signed up as a harpooner on a real-life whaler, his fictional Pequod’s crazed multicultural crew, including Queequeg and Tashtego, led by old Stock Puritan Captain Ahab, went down to the Trumpian White Whale, which carried Michigan’s recalcitrant anti-metrosexual precincts by four to one.
Hillary Clinton did not have an Ahabian wooden leg, but a wooden tongue, and was tap danced around by the ideologically encephalic Trump.
Blanche DuBois, from Belle Reve and Mississippi’s multi-hued turf, was reamed by the redoubtable Stanley Kowalski aka a Streetcar Named The Donald. Trump’s a Kraut from Queens, not of Polish antecedents like Stanley. But remember that Stanley indignantly denied being “a Polack,” affirming instead his true American male maleness which he proved to Blanche-Hillary’s expense. One again, she made the mistake of relying on the kindness of strangers.
What sort of child will Blanche bear Stanley-Trump from the maternity ward of her mental asylum? Talk about Rosemary’s Baby! And now the aptly-named Exxon CEO Rex Tillerson prepares to take the helm of the the Pequod, reChristened The Rosemary, from the eternal Ahab, occupying the cell next to Blanche’s in that same All American Asylum.
Vlad Putin is toasting Nostrovia! to the maiden voyage, headed for Valdivostok. Or as Stanely Kowalski would say: “Ha! Ha!”
