Post-Debate Takeaways

And revisiting my post on the battle between Taylor Swift and Donald Trump.

Sep 11, 2024

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THE PHOTO ABOVE is the saddest after-debate image ever. Trump has wandered into ABC’s spin room looking for some quick hits to up his depleting oxygen supplies. But no one paid any mind. Anathema to a Mars/Ascendant/Leo individual.

Telling—in a semiotic way, too—that’s always fun to consider: the repetitive, unavoidable, overseeing exit signage.

Bye, girl.

Mama Says Knock You Out

I’m not going to wax on about how great Harris was last night, but I will be contrary and say I wish she’d slipped free—just a tad—from her scripted and well-rehearsed delivery. The moments when I caught contempt in her expression while studying Trump’s blathering reminded me of an exasperated nanny on the verge of slapping a squalling brat’s ass. And I suppose that was satisfying (for those who like tamped down emotional control), but I kept waiting for her to go spontaneous and flash some of her royal Mars-in-Leo spirit. This is a woman with Mercury in Scorpio, and that’s a Mercury that can go dark and stab directly into Achille’s heels with ease.

Also, in case you missed it, Harris beelined directly into Trump’s personal space at the start of the debate and extended her hand while announcing her full name before offering, like a true Libra: “Let’s have a good debate.” I couldn’t make out Trump’s response during their handshake, but it sounded something like: “Have fun.” Did anyone else catch that?

Elmo Clodishness

The most unsavory fallout post-debate came from Elon “Elmo” Musk after Taylor Swift pledged support to Kamala in the classiest, most metered way possible on her IG. Well aware of her insanely rabid fan base, she suggested the Swifties research the issues for themselves and register to vote—early. And then she announced her support for the Harris-Walz ticket with a great nod to Walz’s record.

Then came the former, pre-billions—incel—and allegedly on the spectrum—Musk, who made an offer on Twitter to ‘give’ Swift a child. An impotent shot in response to Swift signing off on her IG post as a “Childless Cat Woman.” Musk, as a serial sperm spreader (he has 12 children and counting from various female receptacles, some possibly institutionalized now), has delusions of grandeur of being rewarded a post on Trump’s cabinet as some sort of quality control maven.

Much of what we see play out in the political arena now is the conflict between women—with options for birth control and (in some states) easy access to abortion—and men who, during the past ten years (especially), have lost their privilege (sick of that word but I’ll use it) as lumbering blowhards that, after centuries of unchallenged dominion, have fallen from the top of their totem pole status in the centuries-old social order. Musk’s tweet should be seen as part of the GOP’s central pattern of mocking women who do not conform to traditional gender roles.

Women today no longer consider it a central option to be saddled with four children by age 25. Whereas straight men, having lost the skills of courtship and camaraderie with the opposite sex due to incessant video game playing and online porn addiction, are seething on the sidelines. These souls constitute a vast swath of Trump’s base.

Coming soon from A24: The Revenge of the Incels.

But, annnnnyyyyyyyywaaaaaaaay.

The Damage of Narcissists

One of the key takeaways from Alice Miller’s book Drama of the Gifted Child: The Search for the True Self is that the foremost tribulation for the child of a narcissistic parent is that the child is seen as simply an ‘extension’ of that parent, with no intrinsic autonomy or identity. I considered this when one of Musk’s sons transitioned last year. This seems to have been the quickest way for the child to completely disidentify from her narcissistic father and make a unique and separate life for herself. Of course, this is a humiliating blow to a narcissist like Musk, which precipitated his heartless comment that his son was ‘dead’ to him now. What a prick.

So Musk’s man-child type—along with other Lost Boys in the nation—are cult-like Trumpers. And the surest, most salient way they have to settle (and amplify) their grievances is to vote for a felon and convicted sexual abuser. But—on a final point—I’ll add, as a warning, that it hasn’t helped that for the past decade, while identity politics blew up across the nation, men everywhere have been lumped under the rubric of ‘toxic masculinity.’ So there’s that sort of blowback that we’re seeing as well.

Swift vs. Trump

However, as I note in my article Blonde on Blonde, which dissects the battle between Swift and Trump’s natal charts, this is undeniably the dawning era of the feminine. The most significant cosmic marker of this tide shift is the fixed star Regulus, which has moved for the first time in over 25 thousand years into the sign Virgo. You can read more about that here. As a gift to everyone, in celebration of Harris’s kickass win last night, I’m opening the paid article up to everyone. Have fun.

Blonde on Blonde

Frederick Woodruff

February 12, 2024

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Onward, folks. As I noted in my video yesterday, very little probably shifted after last night’s debate. This is how calcified the country remains after so many years of doom and gloom grievances, the mana that drives the Trumpers deeper into Crazy Town. Be happy about last night, but keep the fire blazing as Regulus continues illuminating its new home in Virgo—the sign of wise maidens everywhere.

Love,