Monday, September 3, 2018

Losing the Lottery

"Perhaps the high-water mark in contemporary morality tales, “The Lottery” marries the twin conundrums of democracy and decency to superstition, group think, public action, crime, punishment, judges, juries, victims, and human nature and make this one of the most potent (and remembered) works of fiction–even if the lessons are lost, or misconstrued."

People are so mean. I've said that before and I'm pretty sure I'll say it again. Another thing I've stated, repeatedly, is that the human condition is perfectly explained and described in a 1948 short story written by Shirley Jackson entitled The Lottery, which is required reading for anyone who plans to remain living among the species known as human beings.

Our latest lottery winner is Donald Trump. If he had any sense he would blow his brains out inside the Oval Office, but since he hasn't he will likely remain the punching bag of the world for the next two to six years, depending. This week he is being pummeled for playing golf on the same day as John McCain's funeral, even though he was told to stay away. And besides, McCain is dead and nothing will bring him back, so what's the difference?

Here is my dirty little secret: I never liked John McCain. First of all, as everyone knows he was captured by the VietCong and held prisoner for five years, then exploited his imprisonment for the rest of his life. He chose Sarah Palin as his presidential running mate because she was a hot chick who might inject his campaign with a little life, and he had a history of liking hot chicks. (He cheated on his first wife with multiple women, then divorced her after he began an affair with his second wife, Cindy.) When things with Palin didn't pan out he turned against her, going so far as not allowing her to attend his funeral either. He was mean until his last breath.

After Trump leaves office, someone else will be stoned to death in the public square. I wonder who it will be.

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