Wednesday, June 15, 2022

When reality bites

 

Too late by the time they realize

A number of years ago, probably on some night when insomnia had me in its evil grip, I came across a movie called The Morning After with Jane Fonda and Jeff Bridges.  For some odd reason the film captured me, and I watched it numerous times even though it seemed a little soap-operatic (I was surprised to learn that it actually received okay-ish reviews and Fonda got a Best Actress Oscar nomination for it).  In the movie Fonda plays a failed, aging, alcoholic actress who wakes up after a drunken evening in the apartment of a man who is, rather inconveniently, lying dead next to her, and due to her blacking out, has no idea if she killed him.  Fonda's estranged husband, played by the late Raul Julia, who owns an upscale salon and has fallen in love with a wealthy socialite and wants a divorce (though he and Fonda are still on friendly terms) encourages her to go the police, but Fonda doesn't trust the police.  She starts to leave the country but accidentally runs into Bridges, who is a recovering alcoholic former police officer, who happens to believe her when she tells him she didn't kill the man, and they work together to get to the bottom of the mystery.

Long story short (spoiler alert!), turns out the dead guy has been killed in order to frame Fonda by Julia and his rich girlfriend, so he can get the divorce, gain full ownership of the salon, and turn it into a salon for the rich and famous.  When arrested at their engagement party, the rich girlfriend immediately says it was all Julia and she had nothing to do with it, and Julia realizes he's screwed--her money will buy her way out of it and he'll be the one spending eons in prison.  The look on Julia's face, as he says "No" and laughs a poor man's laugh, as it dawns on him just how much the socialite's place in society has left him fucked, has stayed with me for years (Fonda and Bridges live happily ever after).

All of which is an incredibly long-winded way of wondering if Trump supporters, like Julia, will one day wake up and realize how much Trump and his enablers have screwed them financially, health-wise, spiritually, and patriotically--the rich fucking over the poor yet again.  I have my doubts--Trumpers are not known for intelligence and obliviousness seems to be a prerequisite for voting republican.

Yet if they get their wish of a fascist America (which seems more likely by the day) and see that keeping people of color in their place, watching LGBTQ people suffer for the right-wing version of Christianity, letting Corporate America run roughshod over our institutions and environments, and putting the Libtards in jail doesn't make them a whit richer, that their fascist overlords don't really give a shit about rural America, as they watch the country sink into the hopelessness of third world countries (without a country as powerful and rich as the United States to invest in it), and that they have to watch what they say and do just like the dirty hippies lest they end up in jail...then they just might wake up and wonder just what the fuck they have done.

And the looks on their faces will be Oscar worthy.

Republican = Traitor

Peace,
emaycee

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