Happy Thanksgiving: Food, Family, and a Benevolent Dictator
Just after Thanksgiving Dinner my uncle Don unwound a spiel that he has apparently been gathering together recently concerning the only hope for our country lying in some "benevolent dictator" taking control and setting things right for us all. Hmmm. Would I be so worried if my uncle hadn't married the daughter of a Pentecostal preacher and didn't regularly attend services in one of those massive, warehouse-like evangelical church-marts out in the suburbs of Des Moines, Iowa? I mean, we all have our benevolent dictator fantasies, don't we? The return of The Father, absorption into and ceding will and control to The Big Other, and all that...right? I guess it just seems like an extra step to be immersed in a political-religious movement dedicated to the living out of those same fantasies, attempting to transform them into the real, or transform the real into them, rather. Yikes, indeed!