The impoverished emperor suffers too many idiomatic parables
Too many irons in the fire and potentially a fire storm of negative consequences.
In times not so ancient there is an emperor who has no clothes. Too few are willing to tell him so. He is the victim of so many idiomatic parables he is making himself appear more and more foolish and totally naked.
He is more than willing to pick off the low hanging fruit as handy candy.
He is the fox in the bushes eyeing the finest grapes at the top of the vine, but beyond his reach so he declares them sour and threatens endless war. He is also the fox in the hen house feasting on the chickens. He is cock of the walk strutting with his braggadocio bravado.
He is more than willing to cut off his nose to spite his own face.
The vainglorious emperor appears unaware of the mighty ouroborus and how it rules our existence, as the snake eats its tale it is an act of balanced creative destruction. The former must prevail over the latter. There must be enlightened transformation. The birthing of the new, and the harmonies of natural cycles must prevail over existential voids and the follies of pure insanity and social rancor.
We can buy donuts by the dozen where one will do. Where Kate Raworth is concerned we only need one, as above. We are left with a daunting choice. We can be the doughnut or we can be the hole. Holes have a tendency to grow darker and darker as the agents of kakistocracy cut deeper and deeper into the bloodied and damned social fabric.
Is the West so defiled we don’t know what to do, where to start? The new beginning is to repudiate war and embrace social harmony and equilibrium.
It is an irrefutable aspect of human nature that we are prone to making poor decisions under stress, especially where fundamental corruptions of the human soul prevail. The naked emperor is one more too many.
The emperor refuses to "bite the bullet" he just spits them back in our face. This reluctance blocks the path to soulful redemption—the byway where emperors with no clothes cannot withstand the cold winds of adversity and the challenges of renewal and enlightenment.
Two weeks after his inauguration comes his confirmation as fake populist, “enfant terrible”, indulging in his fifteen minutes of infamy.
When emperors wearing no clothes, serve up dishes of piping hot revenge, testing the limits of their power with too many irons in the fire, prime time becomes explosive. The wicked sorcerer’s apprentice is after better Nielsen ratings as we are“Amusing Ourselves to Death”, the TV natters on, and pipe dreams become nightmares.
Addendum
All quotes below are from Neil Postman, author, Amusing Ourselves to Death. Published in 1987, it has greater relevance today than when it was published. We should show the deepest and most sincere gratitude to the prescient forerunners who become the demi-gods of our existence— the true prophets, always there to guide us into perilous futures. They are there to bolster our societal consciousness, the bench marks of our existence and deliver indictments against false prophets and despots. Too often, we stray from their constant wisdom. Too often we fall prey to the tyrannies of false prophets and demagogues. History provides the truths and continuities, essential to our existence.
What Orwell feared were those who would ban books. What Huxley feared was that there would be no reason to ban a book, for there would be no one who wanted to read one. Orwell feared those who would deprive us of information. Huxley feared those who would give us so much that we would be reduced to passivity and egoism. Orwell feared that the truth would be concealed from us. Huxley feared the truth would be drowned in a sea of irrelevance.
“Although it may go too far to say that the politician-as-celebrity has, by itself, made political parties irrelevant, there is certainly a conspicuous correlation between the rise of the former and the decline of the latter.”
The historian Carl Schorske has, in my opinion, circled closer to the truth by noting that the modern mind has grown indifferent to history because history has become useless to it; in other words, it is not obstinacy or ignorance but a sense of irrelevance that leads to the diminution of history.
For those who think I am here guilty of hyperbole, I offer the following description of television news by Robert MacNeil, executive editor and co-anchor of the MacNeil-Lehrer Newshour. The idea, he writes, “is to keep everything brief, not to strain the attention of anyone but instead to provide constant stimulation through variety, novelty, action, and movement. You are required . . . to pay attention to no concept, no character, and no problem for more than a few seconds at a time.”[2] He goes on to say that the assumptions controlling a news show are “that bite-sized is best, that complexity must be avoided, that nuances are dispensable,that qualifications impede the simple message, that visual stimulation is a substitute for thought, and that verbal precision is an anachronism.”[3]
There are two ways by which the spirit of a culture may be shriveled. In the first—the Orwellian—culture becomes a prison. In the second—the Huxleyan—culture becomes a burlesque.
This needs clarification as to WHO is the 'emperor'...Trump or Musk??? The brewing chaos will be one for the books.
Or, the spirit of a culture dies buried in the landfill of consumerism. In human history, now itself relegated to the dustbin of history, "culture" was the production, preparation and enjoyment of food. Thus, a regional cuisine could exist. No more.