July 23, 2024
The assassination attempt on Donald Trump is an answer to a melancholic unconscious mind in reprise of paradoxal self-loathe to self-exculpation. Assassination is crude and a misfit demeanor, well-orchestrated by the assassin; its mind in repulsion, and is decreed by the plexus to be free of importune dilemmas. So, he stiffens the barrel by hand and the bullet screeches the interior flagellum of the body that may not see the sunset. The unconscious now in vain pride, the reality no longer in judgment—all is left is the incendiary weapon.
The assassin is often impressionistic in casuistry of his ‘intoxicating baggage’, and also in belief that the person whom he is supposed to kill is unworthy or is a fester in the political or religious aggrandizement. I suppose he lives in a delusion—a dystopic world of misfortunes and macabre. The act of assassination then takes shape from an internal conflict concretized to be the ultimate impulsion. Does he feel remorseful, I bet not! For him ‘remorse’ is the sclerotic seethe penetrating as a masochistic luxury?
We all are aware of ‘Trump thaumaturgic’; he never fails to be spooky, soignee laughing stock. The bullet pressing at the edge of his right ear during a rally in Pennsylvania on July 13, 2024 knocked the hammer too loud. A presumable assassination attempt that failed!! Definitely a de trop, though now fans a cause celebre of what motivated his assassin Thomas Matthew Crooks to let the rabbit out of the pigeon hole? The decrepit mind of the assassin rides on incomprehensible subtleties which through gradual plough & harvesting makes the devilry look like a modest flurry of retracting the ‘good from the bad’.
Let’s go in retrograde; on March 30th 1981, John Hinckley Jr. came out as the faux pas for his assassination attempt on the former President Ronald Reagan. The contrivance found a fallacious impulse; to impress the actress Jodie Foster whom he was obsessed with. Isn’t the unconscious mind in leverage of creating impressions that presumably look like a failure in reality, and then one raises the fire stick, ‘hey? I am going to make it real’? What do you call such a behavior? Insanity or imprudence or indiscernibility! Whatever it may be, the motive is to see through the unwielded emotions scrubbing the crimson corporeal.
Auld lang syne, the American Presidents who have survived assassinations have also come out of the dead-pit relentlessly bellicose; as if the fundamental pursuit to be alive after the in-face to apparition invokes a sense of bravura. So, surprisingly as Trump puts forward the blather after the attack:
“I am supposed to be dead; I am not supposed to be here.”
Somewhere, we find the gloom of self-pity dominating the survivor. After Theodore Roosevelt escaped the dead-duck, he vehemently took charge of his pugnacious-self:
“It takes more than that to kill a bull moose”.
I see an inflicting energy of ‘blame’ too, anonymous in its curvature, and thereby finds recluse in its discretionary powers to slay as a demagogue. One becomes the helpless now visible to the people on the ground, the soul awakened to the de jure, and why not? You have just risen from the dead! There is this sense of obligatory defame that holds the survivor;
Ronald Reagan in apropos to Abraham Lincoln stated in his autobiography ‘An American Life’,
“I thought that even will all the secret service protection we now had, it was still possible for someone who had enough determination to get close to the President to shoot him.”
Theodore Roosevelt’s assassin was John schark. He was so delusional that he professed that the former President William McKinley whiskered in his dreams to take revenge from Roosevelt. When the simulacrum of psychoanalysis trudges such minds, what comes across is a list of personal tragedies and an abandoned childhood. Another strange maneuver that cost the former President William McKinley’s death was a puritanical anarchist cause. Leon Czolgosz pulled the trigger to get McKinley off the hook because for him the republican form of government was a casus belli.
All the incidents, in isolation, or in agglutination adumbrate that it’s the ‘unconscious mind’ in working that propels the hidden wounds to flex ‘healing’ commensurable of either ‘bludgeoning a knife’ or ‘pulling the trigger’. In uncovering the assassination cavalcade, we usually look at the assassin through ‘ideological differences’ or ‘political schadenfreude’, or sometimes ‘religious contretemps’ could be the culpable. But, we usually forget to contemplate the ‘emotional angst’ or the ‘personality flounce’ as a contrapuntal.
As per the psychoanalytic theory of Sigmund Freud,
“Human behavior is driven by unconscious desires and conflicts which may stem from childhood experiences which can also lead to serial killers being motivated by repressed anger or other negative emotions that they are not able to express in a healthy way.”
Now, there has to be a way to counter all this. Survival automatically becomes a solution but can we really question existence?
One questions after surviving assassination if the policies & rules were impolitic or one’s behavior commanded impropriety? Is political morality often an anathema to some who are often governed by their own idiosyncratic impulses? Rising again to be owned and accepted; will it be a piteous call or there is yet another in the crowd to build up the staccato of intolerance?
One questions after storming the murderous fusillade if preventive was an answer? Does the glorified truth of the unconscious beckon the incandescent hyperbole to surrender? The once impregnable now no more looks like the solipsistic soignee; is it a start of a rebellion or an end of a belief? What is then left to judge or reason?
It is the gap that is created due to one’s unconscious not in proper radar with the conscious reality of existence. It’s neither political warfare nor ideological consanguinity or perhaps to test one’s derring-do –assassinations are a manifestation of delusionary battlements with self, substantiated by the inability to control one’s mind.
Donald Trump had a miraculous escape. Many did not! The blood-stained fist rising in the air tells the story of the ‘gap’. I hope he remains the ‘tariff man’ and not find himself twisted by some torrent of bullets.