@lunarmoth & tapitsbo (hey, some posts I can actually see!

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What I find interesting about this rumor is how it magnifies the mass of assumptions which many people operate under & how clunky & ungainly it makes their thinking (if you can even call it that, emoting might be more accurate).
For example, the assumption that you can tell a person’s true character via their public performance. Leonard Cohen was a sweet, wise, peace-loving and woman-honoring liberal guy because that’s what his music & words seemed to suggest/promote. Like people can’t be multifaceted.
Or the assumption that a person’s political leanings indicate their basic character. Sweet, wise, peace-loving & woman-honoring guys like Leonard Cohen could never, in a million years, support Donald Trump because anyone who likes Donald Trump is ipso facto immoral, hateful, stupid, or deluded. So ideological preferences become equivalent to actions: not by their fruit but by their advertising shall ye know them.
So if & when it can be confirmed that LC was waiting to hear word of Trump’s victory so he could die in peace, we’re talking massive cognitive dissonance for a whole bunch of people simply because they never took the time to look past the advertising, or to question some basic assumptions about reality, assumptions based above all (I think) in a loathing of all facts that give rise to unpleasant feelings (a liberal trait, yet ironically one that births fascism, i.e., violently intolerant forms of control).
All of which makes it worthwhile confirming this report (@tapitsbo: an inscrutable agenda to some?), even though it really doesn’t make much difference to me personally if LC was a Trump-loving closet fascist or not. I mean it wouldn’t change my opinion of him at this point, would just be one more piece of data to add to the mix. But then most of my assumptions about the validity of advertising (those shrill and hollow ideological principles that have replaced most people’s true voices) have already been pretty well demolished by the ongoing slow-motion collision with reality that my life has been since turning 40.
Facts trump feelings every time, and thank God (not Trump) for it.
It is a lot easier to fool people than show them how they have been fooled.