The Trickster Diaries/Chapter 120
A rich dentist from Ohio had murdered a lion in Kenya. For kicks. White cops shot innocent, unarmed black people all the time. Donald Trump—billionaire psychopath and reality TV game show host—was the front-runner for the Republican nomination for president.
Such news was strange fruit for my friends on Facebook. They were sickened, outraged. How could such madness be happening?
“Well, you know,” I’d sometimes comment, “it’s the Kali Yuga, baby.” But nobody ever bothered to ask what that was, or how acceptance was helpful. Whining about it, reading echoing sentiments got them off, united their little tribe.
“OK, then,” I finally commented, “here’s the deal. You’re obviously incapable of loving your enemy, of stepping outside duality. So if you want change, justice, an ethical awakening, then how’s about this: I’ll put together a crowdfunding thing. Once the money for roundtrip airfaire, cabfaire, a hotel and expenses—plus a Glock 9 w/shoulder holster, of course—is there, just make me an appointment with the freaking dentist!”
Good. Fine with me.