It may not be a scoop, but it sure is something new to put on the record, that Trump’s craziness is worse than we thought: He abused his own child.

Apart from the shameless content of his acceptance speech in front of his underlings – by a man who has scoffed every single minority in The States, a man who will say anything in order to sell one of his penthouses or get his hand in a pantyhose – nobody who watched it can have missed that his little son next to him was almost tumbling from the podium as a result of exhaustion, having the greatest difficulty to keep his eyes open and his little body in balance. Poor boy.

However, the soon mightiest man of the USA wanted that son close to him. It was the upbeat for a new political dynasty, something in which Republicans are pretty good. Think of the family Bush.

In the tycoon family of the Trumps The Donald was already Trump II. Now his poor boy was positioned to become Trump III. ‘Ruthlessness’ is the key word. ‘Political pedophilia’ a second best.

The name of the Republican Party is but a joke. The USA, originating in a populist fear of, and disgust in European kings and aristocrats prefer already for some time an ultimate royalism.

Also funny is that other outright perversion of the notion of populism. It has now been shown that rather a lot of white men voting for Trump have what is called ‘a higher education’. The same is true for the supporters of populist parties in for instance France and The Netherlands. So one pleads the case of ‘the people’, but one is supported by an intellectual ‘elite’.

This amounts to on the one side a rancorous popular elite, the ones with the lesser brain, going against on the other side, their more clever counterparts. It is like a new Civil War, one within the ‘elite’. Just imagine that!

Words, as the philosopher Althusser phrased it, words are never innocent. However, since his times things have grown worse: Words are becoming meaningless very fast nowadays.

Sierksma 10.11.16


Author: rjsiersk

Sierksma was born in Friesland, a 'county' in the northern part of the Netherlands with its own language which he does not speak and with an obstinate population to which he both belongs and does not belong. A retired Professor of Social Philosophy and Aesthetics, as a Harkness fellow he taught at Rutgers and Berkeley Universities in the USA, and at GUAmsterdam and TUDelft in the Netherlands. In 1991 he was awarded his PhD from Leiden University on the subject of 'Surveillance and Task: Labour Discipline between Utilitarianism and Pragmatism'. His books include Minima Memoria (1993), Lost View (2002 with Jan van Geest), and Litter Scent (2013). He has published poems and articles in Te Elfder Ure, Nynade, Oasis and the Architectural Annual. Half the year he lives in Haarlem, the other half he spends in la France Profonde, living ‘in his own words’ as the house out there was bought with the winnings from his essay Eternal Sin, written for the ECI Essay Prize (1993). In this blog, Sierksma's Sequences, written in English, he is peeping round his own and other people’s perspectives. Not easily satisfied with answers nor with questions, he turns his wry wit to a number of philosophical and historical issues. His aim in writing: to make parts of the world light up in his perspective - not my will, thine! Not being a thief, he has no cook, one wife, some children, one lover and three cats. The reader, interested in my writings on aesthetics, literature, and sociology, may want to open, where various pieces are published.

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