I grew up in Pittsburgh, building blocks and foundations of the particulars of my personality, stemmed from the roots of this city, and branched out in various means, setting the stage as props and scenery, for the play called Gerry Buncher. Of course, calculations and algorithm’s are established by nature itself, but we all need a beginning, and Pittsburgh was that place in my time, in my life, where the questions of the world were molded, modeled, many times in madness, sometimes with a modicum, but etched in mediums, to create my life.
On Tuesday, September 23, 2020, Donald J. Trump held a rally at the Pittsburgh International Airport, which if there had not been a timestamp, one might have considered, we were watching Adolph Hitler, rousing his racist base, from a bully pulpit, insisting that to be the bully is beautiful, and to permit freedoms and rights, equality, and inclusion, and evil entity, as dangerous as his claims against the Chinese for inventing than exporting their flu! I watched, gangs cheer the shooting of journalists, the naming of immigrants who became naturalized citizens, as foreigners, and heard Trump beg the crowd, what are they doing in MY country, in YOUR country, as if it was never to be THEIR country. Standing shoulder to shoulder, most without masks, all minus social distance, except of course for the distance between the first row of thugs and Trump's stage, I witnessed what seemed like cattle in a confined meat processing factory, making noises of glee, as if they ALL had no idea that their cheering and applauding, their bigotry and bias, was based on the bogus bull shit, produced by the man who at a moments notice would say to the foreman, turn on the meat grinder, it’s time for this herd to be slaughtered.
For many, even when you physically leave, Pittsburgh, there is a lingering sentiment, that surrounds you, and for a moment, or minutes the melancholy and magic, act as DNA, and no matter what, HOME, has followed you to the place you now reside! I watched in horror and disgust, with dread, depression, and sheer desperation, as Donald J. Trump, enticed, (mesmerized the willing lemming) these Pittsburghers’, into not only a false narrative, but a self-serving journey into is sociopathic dystopian reality, and they, without hesitation loved it. It was then I realized, with Trump and his Enablers in power, Pittsburghers’ and Americans ( as the Thomas Wolfe quote reads,) “You Can’t Go Home Again”
