Only the third time in our history as the nation come to this brink and looked into the abyss. It seems inevitable. Trump seemed to want impeachment, forced the impeachment, dared the impeachment, even provoked the impeachment.
From the beginning of Trump’s life, he has believed and acted as if here were above the law. Like a mobster, he used the laws of civilized society for his advantage. In the mobster’s view, only suckers obey the law.
The more Trump got away with the more popular he becomes to his fans. He had to cross the Rubicon. Just as it was the destiny of Julius Ceasar, it was the fate of Trump. He had to challenge the Republic, to be the One that has no second. He had to challenge the Law of our laws, the Constitution. The king of kings is the King because he is above the law. The King becomes Emporer and looks around and says: Who is mightier than I?
The irony is that no matter how high you get, how mighty you get there can not be the One without a second in form. If all were red you could not see red. The color would not exist. You would have to have just one dot of another color for green to become a conscious color. And that would be the Second upon which the green depended for its existence.
But then Red attacks the Blue Dot. How dare that dot mock me! How dare that damned spot laugh at me! Red becomes obsessed with the Blue Dot, that mocking dot.
But no matter how hard Green tries to erase that Blue Dot, the Blue Dot persists. When the blue dot is rubbed out here, like a waterbed bubble it appears over there. Like a laser dot on the floor, Red chases after it like a cat.
Red cannot erase the Blue Dot because Red is ignorant of the truth that without the Blue Dot, Red would not exist in consciousness, and if not in consciousness, would not exist at all.
Red has a death wish, not a life wish, because life is all colores. Red could never be satisfied with just being another color on the spectrum. No, Red had to be the only color. Let there be no other color before me. Let all artists use my color. Let everything be painted in Red. High and low, wherever consciousness goes, let there be Red.
Red cannot rest until all colors have been removed. Why can’t Red be happy being Red, sharing God’s palette with other colors?
We all have a little Red in us. We all want to be Number One, to win the argument, to get our way, to dominate the conversation, to be the biggest, to be on top. We all have a little or a lot of Red.
Life is a play of colors, but Red has taken life seriously. Becoming the only color is a life and death matter. The rapture of erasing other colors, the death of other colors is the lust of killing for killing sake. Red only feels alive when he is winning. So Red must win at all costs in the eyes of others. Ah, maybe this is Red’s secret.
Unless perceived, color does not exist. Colors don’t exist in nature but only in the consciousness of man. What is Red but a name in my mind? A two-year-old asks what that color is, and the mother says Red. That is the color of our family, the greatest color of all. You will be the most famous color of all.
As a color Red, you must maintain your color in the minds of people. If people don’t think of you, keep you in their attention, in their minds, you will not exist. And your greatest fear will be when people stopped praising your color. You must keep expanding your base, your color, or else people will get bored with red and turn away, and that will be the end of you. That damned Blue Dot will be the only color.
And so Red had to cross the Rubicon where there is no going back. Congress was the last Blue Dot that had to be erased. Only Congress stood in the way of Red being the One color without a second. The final Impeachment, the last battle of Red against its nemesis, that tiny dot of blue
Our flag is the Red, White, and Blue. The white is the field upon which the two colors play like incoming and outgoing tides. Colors play to make nature and art, but when we take color seriously, believing that colors actually exist in nature—have you ever seen a color Red running around on the floor?—we become blind to the play. Color becomes blood.