Last Thursday, at the end of the day, I checked Twitter and found that at the end of the day, almost the end of the week, almost the end of the American Empire-as-we-have-known-it is the lethargy that had a moment before, you’ll be my food was taken. The mood was unexpectedly high, almost dizzy. In the last fifteen months, I learned that such energy can be reliably generated only one, and this moment was no exception: the new York post published an excerpt from ex-FBI Director James Komi new biography, “High fidelity”, and as a result, #peetape was again in the trend.
In Komi continues his media blitz over the weekend, the jokes poured out. “Oh my God, this is real!” Seth Meyers boomed on his evening show. “The daily show” Twitter a doctored version of the current cover of Time magazine, trump glumly sitting in a storm of urine. On Sunday, during the entertainment, Beyonce, career-defining performance at coachella, the vanity Fair writer Richard Lawson summed up the collective excitement when he wrote, “she is going to show up on the pee strips at the end, isn’t it?”
From January 2017, when buzzfeed published the dossier, compiled by the ex-spy turned private detective Christopher Steele, a Ghost to pee ribbon tickled America. The dossier was publicly denounced by the President and his Administration, has suggested that from 2016, the Russian officials were “germs” trump card for five years, in terms of keeping the damage to burn, which can be used for blackmail. Among the materials used as blackmail, Steele, sources believe, was a recording made in 2013 in Ritz-Carlton hotel in Moscow, where trump caused his hatred of Barack Obama, was paid “several prostitutes to perform ‘Golden showers’ (urination) show in front of him” on the bed in which President Obama and his wife Michelle, ever slept during the state visit.
As Jane Mayer wrote in his profile Steele, Christopher Burrows, business partner Steele, expressed reservations about mentioning the tapes, “concerned about the impact that the sensational element.” Yes, and the tape itself—the infamous and unproven, not only joke fodder for Twitter and talk shows, but began to occupy the crawl space in our collective imagination, filled with scraps torn from a variety of sources: the Russian pulpy airport spy novels from the end of the cold war; the episode of “sex and the city,” in which the feisty new York politician wants Carrie Bradshaw to pee on him as part of sexual play; to the question, is it possible that the present President is the so-called water sports, given his professed germophobia, and whether that will count, in today’s parlance, “kink shaming” to blame him for that, this thing a friend once mentioned to us about how much it really costs to deep clean the mattress.
At the moment, we’ve lived with the idea to pee tape for so long that it almost feels as if we’ve already seen it, or at least footage of him. A friend told me that when she sees the scene in “Ritz-Carlton”, she always photographs a trump card in a t-shirt and shorts, socks with garters and brown shoes. Another friend, a little embarrassed, said to worry about the tape, he will think about whether to write fetishists prefer clear or dark yellow urine. Thirdly, discerning friend said that it irritates him when people make mistakes and claim that prostitutes urinated on trump, but not on the bed. For me, the strangest part is the idea that the desecration of bed after, and not before Obama occupied that Moscow Suite—a years-late ritual voodoo can count as revenge the President and first lady. It’s a weird logic that actually seems like a trump card, his maddened anger at imaginary enemies and repair the old grudges—chronology be damned!—and that’s what may ultimately count as a true perversion here.
In his book, the Commission notes that trump seemed obsessed with the tape; he even suggested that the FBI investigate claims that if his wife Melania at ease. (“Chivalry is not dead!” Stephen Colbert last week on Twitter, in response to this.) Under this presidency, where trump often seems hysterically consumed completely, PI tape, book, Komi implies, this is a rare case in which we are all looking in the same direction. But, again, it may be that the film, in Noir-ish twist, it’s just a Macguffin? That trump the concerns of, say, Hillary Clinton, it seems, so clearly a placeholder for some other wounded, captured by the tape as a synonym for something worse, something infinitely more humiliating that the Russians have on him?
In an interview with ABC on Sunday, the roots painted suggestive picture of his own mental cellar. “I honestly never thought those words came from my mouth,” said he, “but I don’t know whether the current U.S. President was with prostitutes to write to each other in Moscow in 2013. It’s possible, but I don’t know.” Even if the tape is proven real and will be released, it’s too easy to imagine the depressing fallout: denials, claims of healing, the blame that will fall on the Democrats and Clinton. Often thought that living in the era of tramp not unlike sitting through the nineteen nineties Introduction to the theory of postmodern class. Did you know that there is one single truth? We live in a simulation? Late capitalism has turned savage and dystopian? In this environment, hearing the former Director of the FBI speaking bluntly about to pee, the tape reminds us of a deeper hunger-the analogue of the simple physicality of reliable evidence that would suggest, if only for a moment, to take certain measures for relief.
Sourse: newyorker.com
