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George Santos: a thought

 


Is it just me, or is it difficult for anyone else to bat away the feeling that George Santos is Donald Trump's mini-me.

This makes perfect sense if we are all in fact characters in a gigantic Simulation created by computer programmers in some other world, the prime world. 

Their algorithms are complex, but recognizably fractal. Donald Trump's character arc could not appear just once: it had to appear in an oddly overlapping way and in miniature. 

Even Santos' drag-queen persona seems to be a miniaturization of Trump's time in show business, as the decisive CEO telling apprentices "you're fired." His life as a real-estate wheeler-dealer was nothing like the Hollywood fantasy of board room re-hashes and confrontations. It was a drag show. Publicly owned exchange listed businesses have the sort of big board room portrayed in those scenes. Trump has never run one of those, and didn't have such a room available. So the television production company created a set. 

Okay, train-of-consciousness moment: this is the second post in a row in which I have mentioned drag. Yesterday it was in the context of J. Edgar Hoover's secretive hobby. I better leave the subject alone or I will never be able to visit Florida again. 

So I'll stop typing now....

 

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