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My unprotected head, over the last 19 months or so, has become a tinderbox that implodes like a box of Acme Dynamite with each frantic pronouncement of BREAKING NEWS.

As technologically advanced as we are, I tend to watch the “silent movies” of MSNBC as I reflexively fist-hammer the TV MUTE button (which is sanity’s best friend) the second that Trump, Huckabee or any other of the gallery of GOPhuck yourself goons appears on the screen.

What is most sad is that I instantly devolve and in no time flat-screen, I am reduced to the equivalent of a rally attending moron, SCREAMING, red-faced and vein bulged, at the images that appear like a parade of cartoon villains,

If I were to write a book about who I am du jour, it would be called “The Impotence of Being Earnest.” Despite all the ranting and raving, all the bile spewing and fantasies of wishing an unimaginable punishment on Trump, nothing makes me feel better.

For now, we all have to accept that the meek have inherited the earth and the staggeringly clueless, mental midgets that populate and prance at the Confederacy of Donces rallies, get to feel like empowered toddlers who get to stay up late until midnight on New Year’s Eve.

For them, there is no thought, no strategy, no vision behind what they are doing. They are just getting to spew the very same kind of hate that we are emitting in our own living rooms, day after day while Rome burns.

The difference, of course, is that this is nothing more than mob mentality politics whose basic recipe is the one single ingredient that whips up the base by over cooking with venom while blaming minorities for everything that your prayers and lottery tickets have not delivered.

Education and Science have to be eliminated from the equation because book learning is the enemy of organized religion. If you get too dang smart, you may question your faith and we’ll have none of that. The same goes for gay marriage, abortion and God knows what else.

The inherent contradictions are staggering of course, given that Christianity preaches love and acceptance (as does every other religion on the planet) and the fact that abortion is wrong, but allowing mentally ill White Christian men to mow down children with military grade weapons because of easy access to firearms, is perfectly fine, is something that would make Jesus throw up.

The very idea that your skin color makes you superior is also mind-boggling, given, that since the son of God was from the Middle East, odds are pretty good that his skin color was a lot closer to Kanye West’s.

Even the images of him have been captured almost exclusively in the stain glass Church windows, which to me suggest that all colors are welcome.

What is really (and only) at the very core of all this outsized, temper tantrum throwing paranoia is the reality that we are a country that is hurdling like a direct hit comet towards the point where in just a few show years whites will no longer be the majority in America.

Gay rights, abortion rights, legalizing marijuana, are all emblematic of what the Life of Rally people see as their greatest threat to their own selfish, sense of entitlement lifestyles.

If you live in a big city, as I do, change is part of the everyday diet. Here in New York, the hometown recipe is a soupçon kitchen of all kinds of ethnic spices that produces a spicy sauce that is very Hamilton-like in the cast that it produces. Every subway ride is like a visit to the U.N.

What anyone outside of New York doesn’t seem to get is that we are, in truth, a brightly lit big city, with a small town identity. We are all, with obvious exceptions, a remarkably friendly place, happy to help and guide you to say, Juniors for a nice slice of cheesecake. Have a good time now, ya he-ah?

And because we are avid readers who slurp up sumptuous works of art whether in museums or on stages of all kinds, like freshly made egg creams, we have learned, by association, to be enamored by the outlaws of creativity who passionately bend the rules until they look like original sculpture.

We get excited about the new. Every fall we do our due diligence and research all that is being offered in the new season as we map out our route to the pulpit of The Church of What is Happening Now.

And yet at the same time, we love our history that is baked into every concrete tower, every bridge, every hot dog, every slice of pizza and every sports franchise whose caps we wear as a show of ongoing reverence.

The new and the different do not threaten us. Stupid threatens us. Racism threatens us. Treason threatens us.

And the future can be just as captivating. The allure of what is blowing in the wind is as pungent and sweet as freshly baked bread. Both the past and the future are the closest things we have to relive our childhood experiences. Depending on the next arriving daydream either one of those time zones can make us feel romantic, hopeful, full of yearning, deeply sad or little boy or girl optimistic.

It’s the now which of late has become unbearable. It’s the now that suddenly feels like it’s been here forever and will just not go away.

But it will.

The best thing that you can do right now, despite the myriad of ways that the Republicans are going to try, especially if you are a person of color, to stop you for casting your vote, is to show up in massive blue waves.

Let us remember that Trump lost the popular vote by over three million votes, that most of America despise the policies of the GOP and that we are far more powerful than we are allowed to think we are.

Apathy empowers a pathetic man.

Be loud with your vote. Louder than you are to a muted TV.

Be heard.