It’s been interesting to watch Chris Hedges’ path from the heart of intellectual and moral dissent under the Bush Administration to the political Siberia of RT. This path saw him first fired from the NYTimes for expressing opposition to the invasion of Iraq too far in front of the curve, to his current exile beyond the pale of polite Democratic thought.

I think that Saturday Night Live led with the golden shower jokes is a testament to the social and intellectual bankruptcy of the what passes for the anti-Trump movement. It’s just another step toward the bottom for a movement that’s willing to red bait with gusto. A movement so drunk on its sanctity that its sense of humor is not just low brow, but poor.

It’s a movement so internally unsure and externally certain that it’s primary sacrament is a magical trans-substantiation of propaganda into sacred truth within the minds of the congregation.

And sure, I find it aesthetically distasteful. Baldwin’s Trump isn’t really that good. And there was something just grotesque about Meryl Streep painting the Hollywood elite as social pariahs. I mean, Jesus. That actress who does the Hillary impression on SNL singing Leonard Coen’s Hallelujah? Just silly. Frankly, I find it offensive to drape Clinton in Coen. For fuck’s sake… think about it.

But whatever, we have some aesthetic differences. I’m happy just not to watch those things you find fascinating. What bothers me, though, is watching as these two utterly sanctimonious movements rise up in opposition to each other, both in unconscious service to a power structure that most everyone feels screwed by.

Meanwhile, there are real possibilities for common ground in opposition to this structure, that are being swamped by all this bad theater.

And before you say it, I’m trying to be the change I want to see. I’m trying to make better theater. I’m trying to refine my appetites, and my idioms.