That special new genre of political photo, of Trump as a fuzzy orange Rothko blur in the foreground, and in the background some lickspittle –– Bolton –– the General whose name I’ve already forgotten –– Tillerson –– Jared –– each looking pained, plaintive.
Sunday, February 16, 2020
"Trump and David Lynch: The Hidden Hand."
Apart from the fact that OVERCOMBER DONMB appears to have emerged from the Black Lodge just around the time of the testing of the atomic bomb in the Nevada deserts ( –– coincidence? –– nope –– ) –– he's a slight variant of the "Gotta light" lumberjack, only he smears himself in orange paint instead of pitch –– here are two other highly suspicious connexions between David Lynch and Donald Trump, exposed exclusively by this office.
1. Predilection for the used-up word "Disruption" –– every time I hear the word "Disruption" now I think of Ivanka.
Ivanka / Disruption
Ivanka / Disruption
Ivanka / Disruption
Ivuption / Disranka
Ivuption / Disranka
Ivuption / Disranka
Irruption / Disvanka
Irruption / Disvanka
Irruption / Disvanka
I must not use the word "disruption" in my academic writings
I must not use the word "disruption" in my academic writings
I must not use the word "disruption" in my academic writings
I must use the word "Disvanka" in my academic writings
I must use the word "Disvanka" in my academic writings
I must use the word "Disvanka" in my academic writings
Back in 2017 I was living in LA, loafing, bumming, freelancing up and down the PCH as a boogie-board instructor and when I wasn't doing that also editing audiobooks for errors. One audiobook that crossed my desk was Ivanka's book on female empowerment, whatever the fluck it was called. I have neither the inclination nor the energy to google it. Was it even ever published? I know it was held back indefinitely. Was it killed outright? You look it up. Okay. That book. As I was checking it for errors –– a paradoxical quest inasmuch as the book entire was one comic celebration of the concept of "error" –– all I heard was Ivanka vaunting DISRUPTION.
This is a word academics grew to like when they had used the word "subversion" once too often in one paragraph. "Gah. Lemme see, what's a fucking synonym for fucking subversion –– oh cool, disruption." Academics: always talking about subversion and also transgression. It's as if they see every action done in the past as somehow "subverting the norm". What norm? The norm of history as they kind of vaguely imagine it. "Without thinking much about it I imagine things were quite strait-laced and puritanical back in the past so this would have been subversive."
After Ivanka used the word disruption I could never stand to hear it, let alone speak it, without shivering in disgust. Let us outlaw this word –– call it "the D-word". It is to be an anti-shibboleth –– a word the usage of which instantly exposes its user as a toolkit professor of the first order.
Cue David Lynch, oblivious to all this (i.e., the stuff of reality, of the actual planet), and he was all giddy about the word too and he starts bandying the word around incessantly too. He even organized a "Disruption Festival" –– I checked to see if Ivanka was a "keynote speaker" but apparently she wasn't. But if you were to seek out champions for the cause of total fucking obliviousness then I think that Ivanka and David Lynch would both be splendid ambassadors for it. Lynch told the Guardian that Trump could "go down in history as one of the greatest presidents in history because he has disrupted the thing so much." (My italics.) What "thing" has he disrupted exactly, David? "Oh you know –– people's lives."
This, Lynch's pro-Trump utterance was taken up by Breitbart and then by Trump himself, both of whom apparently really wanted to court that considerable section of the population that loves racism, nihilism, and also avidly watches Twin Peaks. Trump crooned softly from the dais at a KKK rally in South Carolina that Lynch's career was probably "over" for supporting him so openly. This penetrated even David Lynch's thick cranial veneer of self-obsession and mock-innocence, and Lynch was placed in the uncomfortable position of having to sheepishly clarify one of his gnomic utterances. Characteristically he mouthed some Woodstock-era flannel and in essence bade Trump go forth henceforth and, uh, do good and to please always follow "the Golden Rule". Didn't he know? Trump hates the Golden Rule even more than G.G. Allin did.
2. Emin Agalarov –– The secret "easter egg" hidden in Lynch's blundering floundering "charitable actions" concerns one Emin Agalarov, a name with which eagle-eyed CNN-spotters will be familiar.
Paging Jeffrey Toobin.
Emin Agalarov is the simpering moon-faced weeble shmoe who –– presumably by the judicious use of Russian troll farms and little else –– enjoys the virtuous status of a "pop star" or what passes for such a thing in Russia. (Can you imagine Russian pop music? It must be like French hip hop.) He is also connected through to the craw with Trump, Manafort, &c &c &c His name was invoked in the Trump Tower debacle –– it was Emin's weird creepy English manager who put DUMBN JUNIOR in touch with the Russians who claimed to have "dirt" (the official term) on the woman now known in Trump fanboy circles simply as "Crooked". That is well-known and established.
Less well-known is that David Lynch's "foundation", as well as hosting lacklustre events featuring a seemingly-random array of TM enthusiasts (I attended one where Donovan was the main event), puts out records, puts out shitty CDs like the one featuring Emin Agalarov, alongside such luminaries pulled from a hat as Alanis Morissette, Andy Summers of the Police, Ben Folds, Ben Lee, anybody named Ben in fact, Dave Stewart of the Eurythmics, Donovan, Nancy Sinatra, Peter Gabriel, and "Pink Jaffee with Jakob Dylan and Daryl Hannah". Is David Lynch a magnet for these hard-up chancers? You can imagine Jakob Dylan and Daryl Hannah weaving their way, hand-in-hand, across a Hollywood Hills party, to speak to Lynch. And Lynch, with his chronically defective bullshit detector throbbing, thinking that they have hit-making status and this could be a great record and Trump could be a great president.
One thing that categorically opposes Trump and Lynch is their hair. David Lynch, for all his shortcomings, is a great filmmaker if only he would stick to that (–– his forays in the musical world, the world of religious and cosmic speculation, and obviously his blind questing on the earthly plane where politics is to be discussed, are as ill-advised as his humiliating explosions into the world of painting and drawing, where he exhibits the aptitude and mindset of a twelve-year-old boy ––) and he undeniably has a formidable, even prodigious, head of hair. Donald Trump, meanwhile, is bald, and has glued hair from other parts of his head to the top of his head, in tribute to the late Mr. David Ferrie, scout leader to Lee Harvey Oswald.
1. Predilection for the used-up word "Disruption" –– every time I hear the word "Disruption" now I think of Ivanka.
Ivanka / Disruption
Ivanka / Disruption
Ivanka / Disruption
Ivuption / Disranka
Ivuption / Disranka
Ivuption / Disranka
Irruption / Disvanka
Irruption / Disvanka
Irruption / Disvanka
I must not use the word "disruption" in my academic writings
I must not use the word "disruption" in my academic writings
I must not use the word "disruption" in my academic writings
I must use the word "Disvanka" in my academic writings
I must use the word "Disvanka" in my academic writings
I must use the word "Disvanka" in my academic writings
Back in 2017 I was living in LA, loafing, bumming, freelancing up and down the PCH as a boogie-board instructor and when I wasn't doing that also editing audiobooks for errors. One audiobook that crossed my desk was Ivanka's book on female empowerment, whatever the fluck it was called. I have neither the inclination nor the energy to google it. Was it even ever published? I know it was held back indefinitely. Was it killed outright? You look it up. Okay. That book. As I was checking it for errors –– a paradoxical quest inasmuch as the book entire was one comic celebration of the concept of "error" –– all I heard was Ivanka vaunting DISRUPTION.
This is a word academics grew to like when they had used the word "subversion" once too often in one paragraph. "Gah. Lemme see, what's a fucking synonym for fucking subversion –– oh cool, disruption." Academics: always talking about subversion and also transgression. It's as if they see every action done in the past as somehow "subverting the norm". What norm? The norm of history as they kind of vaguely imagine it. "Without thinking much about it I imagine things were quite strait-laced and puritanical back in the past so this would have been subversive."
After Ivanka used the word disruption I could never stand to hear it, let alone speak it, without shivering in disgust. Let us outlaw this word –– call it "the D-word". It is to be an anti-shibboleth –– a word the usage of which instantly exposes its user as a toolkit professor of the first order.
Cue David Lynch, oblivious to all this (i.e., the stuff of reality, of the actual planet), and he was all giddy about the word too and he starts bandying the word around incessantly too. He even organized a "Disruption Festival" –– I checked to see if Ivanka was a "keynote speaker" but apparently she wasn't. But if you were to seek out champions for the cause of total fucking obliviousness then I think that Ivanka and David Lynch would both be splendid ambassadors for it. Lynch told the Guardian that Trump could "go down in history as one of the greatest presidents in history because he has disrupted the thing so much." (My italics.) What "thing" has he disrupted exactly, David? "Oh you know –– people's lives."
This, Lynch's pro-Trump utterance was taken up by Breitbart and then by Trump himself, both of whom apparently really wanted to court that considerable section of the population that loves racism, nihilism, and also avidly watches Twin Peaks. Trump crooned softly from the dais at a KKK rally in South Carolina that Lynch's career was probably "over" for supporting him so openly. This penetrated even David Lynch's thick cranial veneer of self-obsession and mock-innocence, and Lynch was placed in the uncomfortable position of having to sheepishly clarify one of his gnomic utterances. Characteristically he mouthed some Woodstock-era flannel and in essence bade Trump go forth henceforth and, uh, do good and to please always follow "the Golden Rule". Didn't he know? Trump hates the Golden Rule even more than G.G. Allin did.
2. Emin Agalarov –– The secret "easter egg" hidden in Lynch's blundering floundering "charitable actions" concerns one Emin Agalarov, a name with which eagle-eyed CNN-spotters will be familiar.
Paging Jeffrey Toobin.
Emin Agalarov is the simpering moon-faced weeble shmoe who –– presumably by the judicious use of Russian troll farms and little else –– enjoys the virtuous status of a "pop star" or what passes for such a thing in Russia. (Can you imagine Russian pop music? It must be like French hip hop.) He is also connected through to the craw with Trump, Manafort, &c &c &c His name was invoked in the Trump Tower debacle –– it was Emin's weird creepy English manager who put DUMBN JUNIOR in touch with the Russians who claimed to have "dirt" (the official term) on the woman now known in Trump fanboy circles simply as "Crooked". That is well-known and established.
Less well-known is that David Lynch's "foundation", as well as hosting lacklustre events featuring a seemingly-random array of TM enthusiasts (I attended one where Donovan was the main event), puts out records, puts out shitty CDs like the one featuring Emin Agalarov, alongside such luminaries pulled from a hat as Alanis Morissette, Andy Summers of the Police, Ben Folds, Ben Lee, anybody named Ben in fact, Dave Stewart of the Eurythmics, Donovan, Nancy Sinatra, Peter Gabriel, and "Pink Jaffee with Jakob Dylan and Daryl Hannah". Is David Lynch a magnet for these hard-up chancers? You can imagine Jakob Dylan and Daryl Hannah weaving their way, hand-in-hand, across a Hollywood Hills party, to speak to Lynch. And Lynch, with his chronically defective bullshit detector throbbing, thinking that they have hit-making status and this could be a great record and Trump could be a great president.
One thing that categorically opposes Trump and Lynch is their hair. David Lynch, for all his shortcomings, is a great filmmaker if only he would stick to that (–– his forays in the musical world, the world of religious and cosmic speculation, and obviously his blind questing on the earthly plane where politics is to be discussed, are as ill-advised as his humiliating explosions into the world of painting and drawing, where he exhibits the aptitude and mindset of a twelve-year-old boy ––) and he undeniably has a formidable, even prodigious, head of hair. Donald Trump, meanwhile, is bald, and has glued hair from other parts of his head to the top of his head, in tribute to the late Mr. David Ferrie, scout leader to Lee Harvey Oswald.
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