In 1873 Mark Twain and Charles Dudley Warner published a novel called The Gilded Age: A Tale Of Today. It was one of the few times Sam Clemens worked in a band and not as a solo artist. End of tortured musical analogy. The book was not merely a “tale of today,” like much of Twain’s best satire it remains applicable to *our* today.
The Gilded Age was not specifically about the political culture of the era, but the term has come to be associated with the excesses of the one-party pro-plutocratic Republican rule of the postbellum age. I believe that the-ugh-Trump Era will be a New Gilded Age with the Darnold as robber baron-in-chief. We’ve had other Gilded Ages, but I expect the next four years will be among the most corrupt in our history. The fish rots from head, after all, and nobody is rottener than the Insult Comedian. Imagine the stench when the nutria pelt atop his head begins to melt. It’s bound to smell like cotton candy piss.
Pondering the man I insist on calling Sam Clemens (we’re old literary friends and brothers in satire) resulted in a Google search for quotes that are applicable to both his time and our own. History *always* repeats, y’all.
Below are a few Twain nuggets that I have excavated from the recesses of the internet mine. I’m all about tortured analogies today and they’re mine all mine. I am, however, neither a miner nor a 49er and don’t have a daughter named Clementine…
If you think income inequality is a recent phenomenon, Sam begs to differ:
“The external glitter conceals a corrupt political core that reflects the growing gap between the very few rich and the very many poor.”
Twain was the greatest satirist of his time. He was as fond of food analogies as I am:
“The political and commercial morals of the United States are not merely food for laughter, they are an entire banquet.”
We’re inclined to think Trump is sui generis to our day and age. But Sam knew the type only too well:
“All you need in this life is ignorance and confidence, and then success is sure. ”
“The man who does not read has no advantage over the man who cannot read.”
The Insult Comedian is not only insulting, he’s an habitual, almost obsessive liar:
“If you tell the truth, you don’t have to remember anything.”
Trump, alas, doesn’t even try to keep his lies straight. He counts on the short-term memory of his followers. It’s what fake populist strong men do.
The next Twain bon mot illuminates the difficult position those of us in the resistance find ourselves in:
“It’s easier to fool people than to convince them that they have been fooled.”
Nobody likes to admit to getting conned. The country is littered with people who fell for Trumpian flim-flammery. Many are still sleepwalking. It’s going to be ugly when they wake up and realize they’ve been had. Bigly.
Finally, I believe that the best way to undermine this illegitimate mountebank is with ridicule. Who can forget how he attacked SNL after Alec Baldwin nailed his cotton candy piss hair to the wall. Sam is in accord:
“Only laughter can blow [a colossal humbug] to rags and atoms at a blast. Against the assault of laughter nothing can stand.”
Ain’t no bigger humbug that the Insult Comedian. Believe me, he’s a tremendous gasbag.
Welcome to the New Gilded Age.
Vive les Maquis.