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Fleeing it approaches an ultimate imperative. God is dead, so ecce novum hominem: They make it sound pretty cool, what with those awesome seasteading islands and sovcorps with their latter-day dukes and viscounts, executing heroic feats of venture capitalism. But how to get there? You see, it takes a dictator to implement such a drastic change: Once this is accomplished, they theorize, the king will happily abdicate and leave this brave new world to these brave new men, restored to virility and brimming with disruptive innovation. And who is the reigning king-of-the-hill?

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Obviously, the polls were wrong. Are some of them truly deplorable? Yep, but it was probably a mistake to label them as such. It only made them more resolute in their resentment and more deaf to reason. It happens in the nations of Europe all the time. France swings wildly from left to right; so does England maybe not as drastically as the U. Bush was a recoil from Clinton and Obama was a recoil from Bush. Does anything ever really change, or do we just take one step forward and two steps back? It addresses the fact that our bodies keep fighting the same pathogens, generation after generation, millennium after millennium, and that we manage only to keep a short step ahead of them.

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He was after us. Though it wasn't spoken of except in adult whispers after bedtime, we knew about sex, and sex was always transgressive and scary. But perhaps the scariest thing about Trenchcoat Man was that he was, in every aspect but his strange materializations and his lurking behavior, utterly normal. Men in white trenchcoats got on the city-bound train on any rainy morning. It was the early Sixties, and the Burberry secret agent look was in style. It was in the variance between his normalcy and his deviance that the fear lay. In other words, it lay in the hidden folds of the Uncanny Valley.

Now that I think back, it also occurs to me that no one was ever able to describe his face. It was an empty oval. And that leads us by association to the subject of creepy clowns. If your attention to the news hasn't been consumed by the even more clownish reality of the Presidential Election we'll explore that linkage later onyou've probably read or heard that on August 30, just a bit over a month before this post, a stir was created at the Fleetwood Manor apartment complex in Greenville, South Carolina when a rash of creepy clown sightings occurred at the edge of nearby woods, outside laundromats, and under streetlights at twilight where one local resident claimed a silhouetted clown with a bouquet of balloons had waved slowly to her, and she, unthinking, had waved right back.

Once again, the first reports all came from children. The common story that emerged went like this: The clown or clowns--there was often more than one were trying to lure children into the woods, to a little house beside a dark pond which the clowns all presumably shared and where they performed whatever heinous mischief they intended. There's evidence of an unreliable narrator from the get-go, as only a child who'd been to the little house and lived to tell the tale would know of its existence. Of course, that's the way these stories have always been related: The Greenville police searched the woods.

They even found an abandoned house matching the description well enough, but it hadn't been occupied for many years. An informal posse of local men fired shots into the woods for good measure. But no clowns were apprehended--dead or alive. The tremors of clown-panic traveled like an earthquake swarm across the border into North Carolina, where it was reported in Forsyth County that a machete-wielding clown had emerged from the thicket and terrorized a passing woman, while police presence in Winston-Salem was bolstered after clowns offering candy sent two children shrieking home.

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The late 50's and early 60's were a time of existential panic fed by everything from flying saucers to Freedom Riders, but most of all by the threat of nuclear war and its terrible capacity to cause genetic mutation. We now live in another such era, one in which the definition of the "normative" is ever more fluid and ambiguity is everywhere Is that a man or a woman? And which bathroom should it use? Nowhere has this shift been felt more frighteningly than among the white, avowedly Protestant and avowedly "straight" populations of the Old South and Midwestern Rust Belt, the economically marginalized descendants of those hearty and highly superstitious Europeans who came first off the boats and now see themselves cast back into the sea by the coastal elites.

These are the people who think that Donald Trump is less a demagogue than a demigod wouldn't it surprise them to discover that their protector--if he is a god--is far closer to Loki the trickster than the baptizing Holy Spirit. And these are the regions from which the Creepy Clown Panic of has sprung. A clown has no gender. A clown has no name. And a clown has no clear country or origin. He is a stranger, an immigrant, always. I want to say to them, "Don't be afraid. For most of human history, the clown has been a friend to the common people, an ally of infinite jest in the fight for equity with the high and mighty.

The clown's face is human feeling writ large. And yes, Grief and Heartache. These expressions become menacing only when our own sense of self, our own sense of 'identity' has taken a hit, and the Other threatens to snatch our children away. I want to say, "Find a way to embrace the Clown! And who is it now that he mimics? No ergot on the brain. Or the philosophy that holds that there is. Mind in earth, air, water and fire. Mind in the far more elementary substance of which these things are made. Mind in matter, in other words. And in the new panpsychism espoused by neo-Realist philosophers like Galen Strawson, something even stranger: Why is it strange to suppose that mental things could have a physical nature?

Which is not at all like saying that mind and brain are one and the same, that mind "emerges" from brain, or that we are Turing machines It's strange because for roughly two-and-a-half centuries, the prevailing view from both sides of the abyss has been that this was unthinkable. Whatever mind was, it wasn't material. But Strawson and others like him say that we made this separation because we didn't--and still don't--understand the true nature of matter. Matter, they say, is a whole lot weirder than we have imagined. A group of three middle-aged friends all wore more demure floral one-pieces and matching beads.

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