Reality being what it is at the moment, I’ve found it easier to cope by viewing current events as a kind of dramatic performance which, sooner or later, will have to be over. Too tragic for farce and too farcical for tragedy, it has to be opera. The music is in my head.
In my libretto, Tr*mp sincerely believes the craziness he’s been spouting (and Giuliani sings the role of Tr*mp’s id.). All his life, Tr*mp has been a devotee of Norman Vincent Peale’s Power of Positive Thinking. He genuinely believed he would win a second term: after all, positive thinking always had worked for him before! (It often works pretty well for those who are born to rich fathers who bail them out of all their failures.)
Chorus: Indeed, Sir, ’tis a dark conspiracy!
If you believe it, we, of course, agree!
Rudy: And I, your knight, shall rout the enemy
Including Soros, Gates, and AOC!
(In a subplot, Christian Soldier Mike Pompeo is off in the Middle East, pursuing policies aimed at hastening the Apocalypse and the Second Coming. He has his own delusions, and his own agenda.)
I don’t know when the curtain finally will come down on Tr*mp, and I expect that Tr*mpism will outlast him. Meanwhile, the virus thuds along the bass clef like a tympani, impossible to ignore for long, however hard we try. This opera, I’m afraid, is Wagnerian — too dark, too noisy, and too damned long.