Michael S. Diamond
Torah Obscura

Lorde of Misrule: Dis-ease in the Bodye Politicke

Cage of Fools, Sebastiano di Re, 1557–63
[MOMA  public domain]
Cage of Fools, Sebastiano di Re, 1557–63 [MOMA public domain]

Lord of Misrule, Abbot of Unreason and Prince of Sots. The Man Who Would Be King, throat cut on the altar of Saturn by his own soldiers…

Philip Stubbes, stern balladeer of London, in Anatomie of Abuses(1585) tells us that “the wilde heades of the parishe conventyng together, chuse them a grand Capitaine (of mischeefe) whom they ennoble with the title Lorde of Misrule.” The seduction to return to pagan roots, the world upside down. The timing couldn’t have been more perfect, Twelfth Night, the eve of the Know-Nothing Insurrection. Political suicide? Perhaps. The real suicides are mounting by the week. This past week in the National Capital Area we lost the son of a most kindly congressman as well as the impish founder of The Psychotherapy Networker, good people by all accounts. The one who appears to continually get away, forever two steps ahead of the reaper, is an empty suit selling sunshine to the cave dwellers. He summons his army of troglodytes, demented trolls and mad faeries to assault the halls of power. What magicke swaye does the false tycoon hold over the Wall Street swell and military prole alike? He thunders from the Ellipse, that former corral for horses and mules, more recently the site of the National Xmas tree and Easter Egg Roll, and the map locus for Thomas Jefferson’s proposal of an American prime meridian. The distortion of the grid, a sly dimple in the warp and woof of reality.

Jews should recognize the machinations of a latter-day Shabbetai Zvi, the Romaniote kabbalist of Smyrna who declared himself Messiah in 1648. At first the rabbis laughed and drove him out of town. By the end of his ill-starred career, including putrid attempts to raise the dead and the ever popular conversion of fast days into feast days, the mad rabbi managed to tear the entire Jewish community of Europe in half. The vitriol he engendered is enshrined in the epistolary exchanges among clergy who once were collegial. In the end he was forced by the Ottoman potentate to convert to Islam or die. He made the eminently sensible, though hardly messianic, choice—to save his neck. The vast majority of his followers walked away scratching their heads and wondering how they got there. A few hardy, deluded or opportunist souls hung on. Some even formed the core of the Young Turks who led a short-lived rebellion against the sultan. Plus ça change. Same mix we have now, a democracidal bunch of lunatics, party boys and con men, united by nothing more than their idées fixes and the gravitational pull of a black hole that was once the 45th president of the United States of America. The dream is over, but the flashbacks persist. Time will tell which wounds will heal and which will fester and dehisce. Ripeness is all. For now we apply poultices, debridement and frequent cleansing. A new batch of physickes ply the wards of the capital. Let us pray that they are potent as well as compassionate.

About the Author
Michael Diamond is a writer based in the Washington, DC area. He practices psychiatry there and is a doctor of medical qigong. He has published verse, fiction and translation in Andrei Codrescu’s journal, The Exquisite Corpse; in the journal Shirim courtesy of Dryad Press; in the online journal for Akashic Press; in New Mexico Review, The Deronda Review, The Atherton Review, The Blood Project, Ars Medica and in The Journal of the American Medical Association. He lives in the suburbs with his wife, an artist and illuminator of Hebrew manuscripts, their dog, two cats, a cockatiel named Peaches, a tank of hyperactive fish and ten-thousand honeybees. He has had a strong interest in Torah since first exposed to traditional stories as a child. Over the course of his life he has run the gamut of spiritual exploration of many world traditions of meditation and mythology. For the last several decades he has landed squarely in the traditional Jewish world. His writing is informed by all of this experience, by his curiosity about today's world and by his desire to mine the Jewish experience for its hidden and revealed wisdom. Torah Obscura, a glimpse of an otherwise invisible world afforded by a small aperture for light. All materials herein copyright © 2018 Michael S. Diamond. All rights reserved.
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