Superdope #6 – 1993

superdope-6-coverHere’s another edition of SUPERDOPE, a print fanzine that I made from 1991 until 1998, in various sizes and formats and varying degrees of quality.

This issue, SUPERDOPE #6, was not only the one with the largest print run and the widest distribution, I’d have to argue it was the one that I think came out the best, all things considered. Outside of the then-modern computer I’d use at the very patient and gracious Kimberly MacInnis’s house, who very much helped with the design structure (like, teaching me how to make columns), it was completely and totally hand-made, up to and including the bold lines that separate one article from the next. I actually would type those lines out by hitting the “dash” button multiple times in a large font, then cut the long strip of paper out, then glue it down onto my cardstock proof sheet (or whatever the thing is called that you’d send to the printer). Just look at this absurd cover here and you’ll see what I mean.

Considering its size, this one came together in record time, too. I had just come off of a 2-month pseudo-gig in April/May 1993 as “road manager” for then-active rock band Claw Hammer, and had even kept a quote-unquote tour diary that I’d intended to use in this issue, which came out in August 1993. When I gave the band of whiff of this idea, the sour looks of disapproval and reproach that I received were most telling. What happens in Wichita and Boise stays in Wichita and Boise.

So I set about to doing a few interviews, banged out a ton of record reviews, wrote up the first piece on film I’d ever done, and solicited some great contributions from the likes of Tom Lax (“Gregg Bereth”), Doug Pearson and Grady Runyan, as well as multiple gig photos from Sherri Scott, who took on the “chief photographer” role for the fanzine and who was also my roommate. It ended up in a print run of around 2,500 copies, and my inventory-keeping skills were so bad that I now have a mere 2 of them left.


A few notes on this one, in case you’re interested in downloading and reading it:

  • It’s a pretty big download, 248MB. Previous issues I scanned were well less than half of that, so it might take a few minutes to get to you.
  • The interviews I did with Don Howland and Jeff Evans from THE GIBSON BROS were both on the phone, fully recorded and fully transcribed. I’d never done that before, and somehow it ended up working very well. The interviews with COME, DADAMAH and HIGH RISE were either done via mail (the High Rise interview, which is a piece of lost-in-translation weirdness I’m very proud of) or on cassette tape, with the band reading my questions aloud and then verbally answering into a tape recorder.
  • Naturally, with the passage of 23 years, there’s a lot that looks silly now. There are bands I can’t even imagine listening to again that I make sound like godz and geniuses here. The Dead C are a band that I still sort of like, but not to the extent I did then. The Jon Spencer Blues Explosion, a band that only a drunken 25-year-old could worship. Rocket From The Crypt. Please.
  • I really like Doug Pearson‘s piece on 60s/70s heavy psych private-press records. The title I gave it, “I’m Going To Punch You In The Face, Hippie”, was not Mr. Pearson’s idea, nor was the photo of “him” that I used to accompany the article. He was kind enough to take it in good spirit back then, and I thank him for it. I would have probably flown off the handle.
  • The photo of World of Pooh used to accompany my review of them was actually given to me by guitarist Brandan Kearney to use. He didn’t want Barbara Manning to know he’d loaned it to me, for some reason, so the credit went to Nicole Penegor, Superdope’s former “staff photographer”. Thanks, Nicole! (It was used once again 23 years later in a World of Pooh oral history that I put together for Dynamite Hemorrhage #3).
  • Superdope #6 was the last large-format magazine I ever did under that brand. The following year I published a mini digest-sized edition, and then one more four years later, and that was it. I’ll post those here shortly.


In case you missed them:


Superdope #5 – 1993

superdope-5-coverFor those just joining the SUPERDOPE saga – a set of rocknroll fanzines I’ve been posting on my blog this past year – Superdope was a music fanzine that I personally published from 1991-1998. 7 of the 8 issues came out in a three-year period, ’91-’94, with one last one completing the set in 1998. I wasn’t trying to build any sort of empire, further a writing career or even make money, and as life would have it, none of these happened in any case.

Yet it was a pretty consuming part of my life during that time. I got especially serious with this issue and its follow-up later in 1993. Both were well-distributed, and if any of the issues still make their way around the fanzine-trading sphere anymore, it’s these.

A few notes on SUPERDOPE #5, which was written during the Fall and early winter of 1992, and came out at the very start of 1993:

First, apologies for the scan coming out a little “dirty”-looking in spots. I had some help from a pal who wishes to remain nameless, but neither he nor I ever got a perfect scan of this one.

  • I don’t believe there were too many interviews with the NIGHT KINGS and the THOMAS JEFFERSON SLAVE APARTMENTS in their day. This was back when I was still doing interviews by mail. Mail! I’d send a list of questions and a blank cassette to the bands, and they’d usually record their answers after a practice. They’d then put the blank cassette in the mail, and I’d transcribe the whole thing. Most would usually send along some flyers and photos as well, and that’s what usually ended up in the magazine. There were no (accessible) scanners, nothing digital at all – I’d copy them at Kinko’s and then carefully send them back to the bands. Part of the narcissism involved in the struggle making a ‘zine back then was the payoff in finally seeing your finished product, the one cobbled with scissors and glue and sheets of white paper surreptitiously printed at work. I’d get in the car and start immediately driving it over to friends’ houses and to San Francisco record stores to be sold while the ink was still smudging.
  • FLY ASHTRAY were a NYC band I’d gotten really into from their first two 45s. They didn’t want to send me any real photos of themselves (faces made for radio?), so they instead sent along a bunch of strange, clipped art and photos that I passed off as legitimate pictures of the band. I got more than one comment about the “band photo” that shows 4 stupefied zombies, two of whom are African-American, as being “surprising” since the readers didn’t quite expect the band to “look like that”.
  • I had some very strong contributors this issue – Tom Lax, who was running Siltbreeze Records in full swing at that time (he got a great back cover ad for free for his efforts); Doug Pearson, the designated “hippie rock” record reviewer (reissues of 70s private-press records were really big at the time and Doug had them all); Glen Galloway, who besides fronting the band TRUMAN’S WATER had his own fanzine “Zero Gravity”; and Grady Runyan, who submitted this weird and not altogether flattering piece on what was then my #2 favorite band in the universe, the THINKING FELLERS UNION LOCAL 282, which I published “under my breath”, as it were.
  • Then there were two excellent photographers – Nicole Penegor and Sherri Scott (my roommate!) – who contributed a ton of original photographs that I very much wish I could have represented better than with cheapo 10-cent photocopies from Kinko’s.
  • Finally, I find way more to cringe about in this issue than even in the earlier ones. I was getting cocky, with a fanzine that (a few dozen) people actually liked, and started writing a little over my head. I was just 25 years old, but should have known far better than to start cracking so many BANANAFISH-like dumbass in-jokes that I don’t even understand to this day. My credo at the time appeared to be, “If this line will make my friend Brett (or Doug, or Steve, or Grady, or Mitch, or whomever) laugh, then I’ll put it in there”. Other fanzines seemed to employ this trick, and perhaps at the time I thought it helped cultivate an air of mystery – like something I might want to get in on – but there are things in this one that would have made me just put the thing down and call the editor an insufferable bore. But it was a blast at the time, and perhaps you’ll like it better than I do.

I believe SUPERDOPE sort of returned to form later that year with Issue #6, and I’ll work on getting that scanned for you next. You can download this one – it’s a big PDF – as well as all the other ones right now.

Download SUPERDOPE #5

Previous issues you can download and print:
SUPERDOPE #1 – Spring 1991
SUPERDOPE #2 – Summer 1991
SUPERDOPE #3 – Spring 1992
SUPERDOPE #4 – Summer 1992

Superdope #4 – 1992

superdope-4-coverOf the 8 issues of SUPERDOPE fanzine that I self-published in the 1990s, this fourth issue from Summer 1992 probably had the lowest print run and is the most “rare” (which is not to be confused with “desirable”). If anyone’s been waiting to read it, and has been bidding up the price of any copies that make it to eBay (this truly happens with some of Superdope’s back issues, which was once amazing to me, but given the interest in fanzines in general thanks to this guy, understandable), well, here you go. It’s so rare that I only have one beat-up copy myself.
This came out only about 4-5 months after SUPERDOPE #3, which you can download here. Like that one, it was a small-format ‘zine I pumped out very quickly, run off at some long-gone printer on Fillmore Street and distributed mainly at Tower Records stores, local San Francisco record stores, and See/Hear in New York. I got more serious (again) with the subsequent issue, but I’m getting ahead of myself and will post that one presently.

A few thoughts about this one:

• The contributors this time were Doug Pearson – a local pal who, at one point, was front & center at every single rocknroll show I went to – and Tom Lax, then as now the proprietor of SILTBREEZE records. I wrote the rest. I knew of Lax as a writer first, before he started the label. His stuff was funny, deeply knowledgeable and intensely aware of every sub-movement and sub-sub-movement in every forgotten crawlspace of underground rock, in every nook & cranny of the globe. When he still writes for Bull Tongue Review and elsewhere, which is unfortunately too infrequent for my tastes, it’s essential reading. I thought it was a “pretty big coup” that he felt Superdope good enough to lend his name to.

• Nicole Penegor was the staff photographer. She was great. I’d buy her ticket into a show, she’d spend the entire time taking photos, then she’d develop them “by hand”, in a darkroom, like they did in the olden days. Then we’d see each other 5 days a week at Monster Cable, where we both worked. Now she’s a lawyer, mom and rocker in Wisconsin.

• Though THE BRAINBOMBS interview was the first attention they ever really got in the US or elsewhere (I had been blown away by that “Jack The Ripper Lover” single), I’m not all that happy that I furthered their legacy, such that it is. I’ve come to see this hate/kill/blood music as stunted children’s music. It’s something that underdeveloped twentysomethings appreciate, but like Freddy Kreuger and Che Guevara, also something that is easy,and relatively painless, to “age out of”. When the otherwise right-on Z-GUN magazine, put out by intelligent thirtysomethings/fortysomethings who should have known better, once did a frothing, multiple-contributor “Brainbombs tribute” in an issue, it struck me as totally preposterous. Smart people, with highly-developed BS detectors, praising a band who sings about mutilation, child rape and torture, like it was somehow bold, daring and shocking. What’s shocking is that anyone could be intellectually stunted enough to still get a thrill off these mental pygmies. Mea culpa. I made a mistake giving these guys any press beyond a record review or two, despite the musical thud of their early 45s.

• 1992 was obviously a very good vintage for raw and exciting underground rock. Looking at the then-new records we covered in this one – Night Kings, Claw Hammer, Sun City Girls, Cheater Slicks, Thinking Fellers, Venom P. Stinger – I’d have to mark this particular year as my “peak” for intense music & record adulation. The stuff we covered was better than in previous issues, and the records we praised are more lasting (“The Woggles” – wha? – notwithstanding).

Download and read SUPERDOPE #4 here.

Get the older ones too – Superdope #1, Superdope #2 and Superdope #3.

Superdope #3 – 1992

superdope-3-coverThis 1992 issue of my self-published music fanzine is the first in the 8-issue series I can legitimately say that I’m more or less proud of.

SUPERDOPE #3 came out about six months after I’d “threatened to quit” publishing (oooh!) for reasons I don’t really remember. I even went so far as to send back promo records on my own dime to certain labels I respected who’d sent me freebies, because I was embarrassed to keep them if I wasn’t going to, you know, review them. I remember meeting Mac from Merge Records the next year in Chapel Hill, and he was just bemusedly shaking his head that I’d even bothered to do that. Rest assured, I gave up those ethical qualms later on.

So after making a big to-do about being “too tired” to publish or whatever, I just said aw fuggedaboutit and put out this tiny, digest-sized, 22-page minizine.

SUPERDOPE #3 captures a bit of the (un)popular rise of the great garage punk bands of the 1990s, with the piece de resistance being this interview with THE GORIES. Though I had no idea at the time, the band would soon break up, and gave few other interviews during their career. I simply mailed them a list of dopey questions and let them record their answers on a cassette tape; as it turns out, it was my favorite interview I “did” for this publication outside of the DON HOWLAND one that made it into issue #6. That I never got to see the band play live at the time always stuck in my craw, a situation that has been rectified multiple times in the 21st century now that they’re on the reunion circuit.

A few other thoughts on this issue:

  • I wrote and edited this one completely solo, though having just recently seen “Beyond The Valley of the Dolls” for the first time, I uncleverly appropriated the name “Lance Rock” for several items. This doesn’t wear as well in 2016, I concede.
  • My list of over-the-counter stimulants in my “Top 10” was nothing but bluster. It stemmed from an incident that same year where I’d taken two (very much legal!) Ephedrine – the ingredient in No-Doz – pills to keep myself awake at a Thinking Fellers Union show, mixed it with a couple of pints of beer, and proceeded to suffer through one of the weirdest, malarial, hallucinatory nights of pseudo-sleep I’d ever had. Not sure I ever used one again – but it sure was fun pretendin’.
  • It is indeed true that the first CD I ever bought was MONSTER MAGNET’s horrific “Spine of God” – I proudly waived my “no bad reviews” policy especially for that one.
  • The faux back issues of “SCRUT HUNT” magazine are in-jokes embedded within in-jokes, some of which I honestly don’t even understand myself anymore. “Scrut” was a term of endearment that my freshman-year college roommate gave to particularly attractive females. Thus a night on the town for him could very well turn into a “scrut hunt”. (That night also could, and most often did, end in failure). Stupid, right? Anyway, in case it’s not obvious, this magazine never actually existed.
  • The “Late Reviews” consist of clipped reviews from other magazines like Maximum RocknRoll and Your Flesh, married to records that weren’t actually being reviewed (and in the case of “Ska Derr & The Rejectones” and “Cognitive Drought”, bands that didn’t ever form). I thought the Barbara Manning one was pretty funny; I’m pretty sure it was for the first LIQUOR BALL LP.

Download SUPERDOPE #3 here.

Superdope #2 – Summer 1991

superdope-2I’m re-posting each of the eight issues of my 1990s music fanzine, SUPERDOPE. They’d previously been hosted at a site called DivShare, and when they went out of business, all of my hosted files went down with the ship as well. I posted Issue #1 here yesterday.

I put out 7 issues from 1991-1994 before calling it quits, then ultimately resurfaced with an 8th and final issue in 1998. I’m now doing a music fanzine called Dynamite Hemorrhage. There are some people who believe this magazine – Superdope – to be one of the less-awful ones plumbing the depths of loud underground music to surface during the era, and sometimes I even agree – though perhaps mostly not on the evidence of these first two issues.

I feel when looking through this mid-1991 issue that there was a great deal of needless in-jokism, and a lot of wasted effort put toward praising musical mediocrity. My world was a bit too heavily dominated by my love of buying obscure records, going to live shows 2-4 times per week, and incessantly joking about all manner of music-related topics with my friends. Not that I regret it, of course.

SUPERDOPE #2 was the last issue that relied so heavily on the contributions of others. As with #1, which had big contributions from Steve Watson, Kim Cooper and Grady Runyan, this too devotes a huge chunk of its pages to interviews conducted by Kim Cooper, with other excellent (unpaid) contributions from Mr. Runyan and Doug Pearson (Rubin Fiberglass assisted with the BOYS FROM NOWHERE interview as well – I’d tried to heavily recruit that guy for some time into becoming a “staff writer”, but it never quite worked out).

After #2 came out in the late summer months of 1991 I petulantly took my ball and went home, quite literally, and published the next three almost totally by myself – save for all the fantastic photos taken by Nicole Penegor, who was our “staff photographer” during the six years she & I worked together at Monster Cable in South San Francisco.

Here are a few thoughts on the making of this issue, informed by a June 2010 perusal of it as I was scanning this the first time I posted it. I’ve updated some of the stuff I wrote then below:

  • Kim – who went on to found the long-lived SCRAM magazine and now leads all sorts of tours of the seedy side of Los Angeles – got to do both of the main interviews because she knew some underground “rock stars” personally, and because she and I were friends. She was pals with Deniz Tek from RADIO BIRDMAN, a band I really dug at the time and whom I thought it was a real coup to do such a long interview with. Ironically, I can’t even listen to the Radio Birdman stuff anymore and find them to be fairly moronic bar-punk with cringe-worthy vocals. That’s what getting old(er) will do to you.
  • The large section of live reviews should give you a pretty good idea of where my head was at in 1991 and where my time was being spent, most of it in the company of my ne’er-do-well friends and large quantities of beer. A girlfriend during this year would likely have helped reduce the size of this section a bit. One ultimately arrived in due time. It was pretty fun going out all the time on my exceptionally small salary – and Superdope eventually even helped in that effort quite a bit, allowing me “pest list” status from time to time, since the magazine was sold in every record store in town.
  • I wasn’t really a fan of RUDOLPH GREY‘s solo stuff, either – but Grady sure was, and he did a terrific interview that really holds up today. I should have let him write more, and more often.
  • And man did I start getting a ton of packages full of 45s and LPs after this time – in 1991, going to the mailbox was the second best part of every day, right after walking home from it with my arms full of records I now no longer own.
  • I can’t even begin to scare up a memory of what some of the records I reviewed with gusto sounded like – Juan Carlos? 27 Devils Joking? Rake? Brief Weeds? Are you kidding me? At least I helped catapult Pavement to stardom.
  • 1991 might be said to have been a fairly dry one for underground rock culture; I can see from what I was personally choosing to focus on that we were in the midst of a transition from Amphetamine Reptile-style noise/panic bands into the great and belatedly-heralded fourth wave of garage-based punk rock. The awesome Penegor photo of The Mummies is an early clue; the following year, as represented by the #3-#4 issues of Superdope, were much more garage punk-centered than this one, which seems to scrape the surface of pretty much anything that might have been marginally entertaining that year.
  • I still feel bad about my critical evisceration of a LAZY COWGIRLS record in this issue; I know that the band saw it, and their singer Pat Todd gave me a stern “talking-to” the next time I saw them play. I had pretty much followed that band around California in the late 80s whenever they played. Not that I think I was wrong in any way, but I just don’t like hurting good folks’ feelings. I more or less decided to focus on good records after this issue, and stopped expending energy on bad or mediocre ones.
  • Lest I be too hard on myself, I will say that I printed over 2,000 issues of this issue, and thanks to widespread demand from all over the globe, I had to print it in two batches. Tower Records sold the bulk of them, including in their London and Tokyo stores, and as a result I got some incredible letters from those countries, South Africa and elsewhere. The other big distributors were See/Hear in New York, Subterranean in San Francisco, and a couple others who are most definitely not with us any longer.

Download and read SUPERDOPE #2 in its entirety here.

Superdope #1 – Spring 1991

superdope-1-coverHere’s a full and complete scan of the first fanzine I ever put out, SUPERDOPE #1. It was written over 25 years ago, and released to the people in Spring 1991.

Obviously a project like this created in the bloom of one’s youth (I was 23) engenders a strange mix of pride and revulsion. Pride – well, I put this together completely by hand over several months, using scissors and glue and 3-cent photocopies at a local place that gave me a discount. I used to lug home a gigantic beige Mac from my workplace which was running Windows 2.0 (or whatever was five years before Windows 95) and some rudimentary version of Word, and I’d peck this magazine out at home in the evenings, before returning it back to the “shared workstation” at Monster Cable the next day.

Revulsion? Just the normal embarrassment over meaningless in-jokes that I don’t understand myself anymore, appalling syntax and sentence structure, and reverence for ludicrous rock and roll bands that I forgot about mere months after I wrote about how amazing their records or live shows were. To say nothing about the layout, or lack thereof.

At this point in my life, I was going to see live music 3-4 nights per week, spending all my free money on records, and basing the great majority of my friendships and people-judgments based upon the kind of music they were most enthusiastic about. Besides that stuff, I’m glad to be sharing it again – I had it up on my old Hedonist Jive blog, but the file disappeared along with its host, DivShare.

The magazine itself was out of print the year after it came out, and I was shocked to find that I only had 1 copy left myself. So this is truly digital self-preservation. I only made about 500 of these and I’d assume that at least 300 were at the recycling center within a decade after its release.

A few notes on the first issue of SUPERDOPE:

• The magazine’s name, which I was never truly comfortable with, yet came to peace with eventually, was given to me by my co-worker Bernice Reilly. Neicy, are you are there anywhere?? She had a habit of calling me her “superdope homeboy”, after the MC Hammer song so popular that year. I thought it was funny; I needed a name; and hadn’t started stealing names from Flesh Eaters songs yet.

• I was fortunate enough to have 4 excellent contributors – Kim Cooper (who later went on to start SCRAM magazine); Grady Runyan (guitarist for Liquor Ball and Monoshock); photographer Nicole Penegor; and Steve Watson, whose SONIC’S RENDEZVOUS BAND piece was actually cut off and sent to the printer before either of us noticed. Read it – it’s got a somewhat clunky ending. We talked about getting a Part 2 in my second issue, and I guess we both just sorta forgot that too. Steve, whom I was concurrently playing in Helevator with, unfortunately passed away a few years ago.

• Re-reading this the other night, I realized how in thrall I was to certain people that year; in particular, Brandan Kearney, the guitarist of World of Pooh and proprietor of Nuf Sed records. I thought his whole rejection of the “music scene” and sardonic personality to be a breath of fresh air, plus I totally dug his band and some of the records on his label. I just wish I hadn’t kissed his ass so hard.

• After this came out I got a personal letter from Byron Coley, who was only my favorite rocknroll writer on the planet. It wasn’t mocking me, nor was there any cease-and-desist notification attached to it. Seems that Kearney had actually encouraged him to buy a copy when Coley was visiting San Francisco, and he actually enjoyed it. I mentally coasted on that one for a few months until the next issue – the jumbo SUPERDOPE #2, which I’ll post in this space shortly.

Download and read SUPERDOPE #1 in its entirety here.

What Really Happens When Trump or Hillary Wins

Democratic U.S. presidential candidate Hillary Clinton meets with civil rights leaders at the National Urban League in the Manhattan borough of New York

I come at the Donald Trump problem with a great deal of trepidation and frustration. I don’t personally know a single supporter of his whom I can talk off of the ledge, not even my Republican parents, who’ve vowed to vote for my dog or a third-party candidate. If I post something in anger about him on Facebook and Twitter, his voters don’t see it, and they wouldn’t care if they did.

When I vote for Hillary Clinton on November 8th, my completely meaningless vote will be among the many she’ll get in California en route to an inevitable victory in my state. Even convincing my California-based friends and acquaintances to not vote Libertarian or Green doesn’t matter one iota, because Trump won’t win my state in any case.

The only thing I can think to do in the face of a very, very possible national Trump victory (or so it appears) is to try and conjure the two different views of what I think the US will look like under either presidency. I’ve been through enough of the hype and hyperbole of presidential elections – and presidential governance – in my nearly 50 years to have a pretty good idea of what actually happens once a quote-unquote normal person wins. In sum: life goes on, and the Republic stands.

For instance, liberals often screamed themselves hoarse over the “fanatical” and “intolerant” Ronald Reagan and George W. Bush, but I never bought into it with either man. They were sane men who happened to have held mainstream political views for their times, and each was elected to two terms for it. Neither ruined the structures of our government, nor is either man remembered by history as an utter disaster (though Bush certainly has a lot to answer for, historically; Reagan has been canonized by not only the Right but by the mainstream as well).

On the flip side, I personally know people who call Barack Obama “the worst president of all time”. I think, uh, that’s a bit of a stretch, to say the least. Unless you actually believe that he, and he alone, gave rise to Donald Trump and his supporters, then I look at our low unemployment rate, low-simmer foreign wars, our growing economy and the general normalcy (historically speaking) of our times and say, jeez, if this is the worst we’ve ever done, then good for us.

This election, as I think everyone agrees but perhaps doesn’t entirely grasp, is very different. We are staring down the abyss of what could be the complete unraveling of everything we thought we held dear in this country, and everything I was raised to admire about America: justice, freedom, leadership in the eyes of the world, respect for others, progress and so on.

Without invoking the “Hitler in 1932” analogy, which is sadly too far from being hyperbolic than I’d like, here’s what I think will actually happen if either Hillary Clinton or Donald Trump is elected on November 8th.

If Hillary wins:

  • Moderate, measured politics will prevail. We’ll move the country closer to a place with reduced inequality, while maintaining our free enterprise system, our leading role in foreign policy (such that it is), the integrity of our justice system and continued generation-by-generation progress on social tolerance. I won’t get everything I want, and neither will you, but we won’t go backward.
  • We’ll have four years of sane politics and debate to help us deal with the challenges of economic growth, Russia, ISIS, guns, the black/white divide, homegrown terrorism and income inequality, among many other challenges. We’ll bicker and argue about policy again, not about personalities
  • We’ll have to put up with an attempt to build Trump media empire that I predict will fizzle out very quickly, and while his supporters’ “movement” will still be a vocal and intense political force, I predict that it too will implode and scatter, and we’ll collectively look at 2016 as a weird, strange and scary precipice that we chose not to leap off of
  • The Republican party will work to repair the damage to itself that it wrought, and ultimately a more sane and traditional “party of opposition” will emerge, will Trumpism and whatever it is that it stands for only being a minor component. Seriously. I don’t think it grows. I think it calcifies and withers away like a bad dream.

If Trump wins:

  • The backlash, recriminations, second-guessing and anger will be ugly, intense and country-dividing. Many, myself included, will never “rally behind” our new president, no matter what happens in the world. From day one, there will be a hostile and very vocal majority opposition to him once he attempts to actually put his doofus ideas into practice. It will be ugly, and will make even this election seem tame by comparison.
  • The corruption and sleaze of his past will finally make a dent. For some reason, a majority of the electorate will have overlooked Trump’s sleazy “Foundation”; his ties to Putin and Russia; his non-release of his taxes; his legal troubles with his many failed businesses and so on. That won’t work for the President of the United States. Expect impeachment hearings when this stuff finally pushes through our collective consciousness, and when people realize we’re still a country bound by a Constitution and the rule of law.
  • Democrats and moderate Republicans in Congress will block his agenda, such that it is. No slashing of corporate tax rates will occur. No border wall will be built. Muslims as a people will not be barred from this country. Peter Thiel will not be named to the Supreme Court. NATO will not be dismantled. I see almost a surrogate-like government forming – one that reassures our allies like Britain, Germany and Japan, and keeps them “warm”, ready for Trump’s impeachment, assassination or eventual ruin after four tumultuous and totally fruitless years in office.
  • Women, as a block, will snap to attention and become an even more potent electoral force than they already are. Imagine having an eminently qualified and capable candidate lose to a complete ass-clown like Trump, with as many as 10-15% of voters swinging his way solely because of Hillary’s gender. (I wish it wasn’t true, I really do – but I think the country that elected the more liberal and black Barack Obama twice might not elect the less liberal and white Hillary Clinton, mostly because she’s a woman). Imagine the frustration, anger and bitterness. If they’re not mobilizing now, imagine how much of a wake-up call a Trump victory will be.

I think his victory would be very short-lived, completely “unproductive”, divisive in the extreme, and something that would be regretted by 90% of Americans within months. We’d ultimately look at 2016 with great shame and sorrow. I remember how in the late 70s you couldn’t get many 1968 and 1972 Nixon voters to publicly admit they’d voted for him, and a Trump vote would likely be a much larger conscience stain than that.

Of course, there are far worse scenarios that can be imagined that include the actual downfall of our system of government, and the end of the Democratic experiment in the United States. There could be civil war, or nuclear issues, or a hated war overseas in support of our new Russian allies, or something else. I don’t think so, and frankly, I don’t ever want to know. I want to breathe a massive sigh of relief when I wake up on November 9th, and return to our normal annoying, moderately dysfunctional government.