Recently and ironically a PBS station in Southern California aired The Truman Show, Jim Carrey’s most intellectually probing film. It’s ironic because PBS, like the movie’s director, Christof (Ed Harris), is constantly engaged in creating a fantasy world designed to keep ignorant American voters on the Democrat island.
For those unaware of the
movie’s plotline, Christof, a typically megalomaniacal Hollywood type has
created a gigantic, self-enclosed island world in which he technologically
controls not only the faux-sun, moon, sky, and weather, but also the hundreds
of actor-inhabitants living within the island studio whose movements and dialogue
are dictated by the director. Only
Truman Burbank (Carrey), is unaware of the ruse—a non-actor whose life from
birth to adulthood forms the rigged focal point of the mega-popular show.
As Truman grows older, he
develops a strong desire to see the outside world, but everything in his
controlled environment is designed to discourage and frustrate that desire. Even Truman’s closest buddy repeats scripted advice
from the godlike director, words designed to convince Truman that he shouldn’t
leave this paradisiacal island. In the
climactic scene Truman takes a sailboat and eventually confronts an
orchestrated storm that almost drowns him.
But finally the storm abates, and the televised journey ends when the
bow of the ship punctures the frame of his artificial environment, and Truman discovers
an exit ramp to the outside world.
Though doubtless not viewed this
way by its Hollywood creators, The Truman
Show serves as an excellent allegory for the deceits perpetrated by the
Left to keep voters on its political fantasy island. Blacks thinking about leaving are told that
the other party is filled with vicious racists who’ll “put yawl back
in chains.” Dismiss that warning and Barack emerges from
his Martha’s Vineyard mansion and lectures potential escapees that a vote for
Trump is a sign of their own misogyny. The idea that black men can think for
themselves and are entitled to make up their own minds about their lives isn’t a
premise in the Democrat script.
Likewise, if working class
voters consider bolting to the GOP due to falling wages or crime arising from
an open border, these largely male laborers are assured that the border is
secure, that “migrants” commit fewer crimes than they do, and that anyone
blaming the supposedly open borders for crime, poor wages, or crowded hospitals and public facilities is xenophobic. If these
workers continue to trust their lying eyes, Democrats employ envy and assure
them that billionaire Trump pays little or no taxes. (“It worked,” Harry Reid said proudly when the then Senate
Majority Leader acknowledged he lied in 2012 about Mitt Romney having not paid
taxes.)
While Christof’s island
actors aren’t at the top of the film’s manipulative hierarchy, they do have a
vested interest in continuing to keep Truman in the dark. In this respect they’re analogous to players
in Congress, the media, and Hollywood who serve as the major chess pieces
needed to keep the deception going. When
Christof’s islanders all locked arms at night to scour the city for the runaway
Truman, the scene provided a cinematic symbol of the Left’s lockstep shock
troops that reflexively do what their leaders say. Dissent is forbidden. Just ask Tulsi Gabbard and RFK Jr.
It’s unlikely that, like
Christof, one person ultimately pulls the strings to create the enticements and
warnings designed to keep Democrat voters and Americans generally divorced from
reality. Instead, I envision a
relatively small junta consisting of Obama, Soros, Axelrod, Pelosi, maybe
Hillary and Bill, and certainly a klatch of corporate and tech titans (e.g.
Bezos, Zuckerberg, Bill Gates, Google’s Sundar Pichai) whose failure to fund
another Biden campaign triggered his post-debate ouster.
Like Christof, this small
group envision themselves as entitled world-shapers willing to crack more than
a few eggs for the sake of their self-serving visions. Scores of Americans murdered or raped by illegals plus over 300,000 lost “migrant” children, many trafficked, pale in comparison to the godlike power
these masters of the universe wield over human lives. Borders and once-cohesive communities disappear at their command. The
adrenaline rush from the sense of self-importance dissipates any guilt they
might feel over tenuous climate policies that burden Americans with outsized energy
bills and condemn huge swaths of the globe to grinding poverty for the
foreseeable future.
The Left’s most astonishing recent
fabrication, akin to Christof’s phony island paradise, has been the creation of
a plausible Presidential candidate out of an historically unpopular V-P who couldn’t
gain a single party delegate in her first-to-drop-out 2020 POTUS run. With the help of Hollywood convention aides,
scripted teleprompter addresses, rigged debates, a surreptitiously revised 60 Minutes interview, a handful of puff Q&A
sit-downs, plus probably a half-billion
dollars worth of carefully crafted and largely mendacious advertising, a woman
who previously promised to ban fracking on day one, confiscate
guns, decriminalize illegal border crossings, eliminate private health insurance, provide transgender surgery for prisoners, and support “transgender”
men in women’s sports is transformed into a
champion of the middle and working class. The same woman who said she wouldn’t have done
anything different than Joe Biden, under whom she served, is presented as an
agent of change.
Fortunately, our world isn’t
yet as uniformly controlled as Truman’s, but the de-radicalizing transformation
of Kamala Harris in the last few months thanks to Davos-dining Democrat
Christofs is proof of the awesome power possessed by these would-be
totalitarians. The result of this year’s
Presidential election will tell if that hideous strength is capable of
quashing individual freedom in a living space that conforms only to the
dictates of their elitist script.
Richard Kirk is a freelance writer living in Southern California
whose book Moral Illiteracy: "Who's to
Say?" is also available on Kindle
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