Letters

Politically eroticized, Tesla-aroused, ludicrously pompous and hubris-infected mini-MAGA Ed Surgan has attempted to belittle Carlos Sandoval and his flying monkeys and boiling frogs impression of life under Trumpian rule [“Who’s the Zombie?” Letters, April 3].

Sandoval is not alone in applying nightmarish metaphors to Donald Trump’s onslaught and the destruction of the constitutional/institutional firmament, nor are he or the opposition “depressed,” as Surgan would have it. (Surgan, self-described as lovestruck over Trump, probably missed the opposition marches that erupted globally last weekend.) It’s anger and love of country, stupid. Not depression.

Alert as a sinuous undersea creature, or jungle plant, poised to lunge at any stirring of food or oxygen, Surgan awaits his opportunity to suck in and excrete Trumpian 2025 propaganda. His latest regurgitation accuses Sandoval — and the rest of us — of willful obtuseness and the failure to swallow “Trumptruth.” As always, he is aroused by other’s opinions, using them to impose his clouded, uninformed subjective lens on history and politics.

Tip-toeing among Sandoval’s imagery, he inserts a “zombie president” (Joe Biden) to accuse Sandoval and the rest of us of the “lies … fed by the progressive media” to unquestioning people who never questioned the “true state of the nation until it was exposed for its utter deceit and incompetence.” A delusion propounded by anyone not in agreement with him and POTUS (psychopath of the United States).

But could there be a worm of skepticism wiggling in the belly of Surgan’s dogma? Included in his vitriol, he writes: “Yes, the ‘TrumpElon’ mutation of the Trump derangement syndrome worries me.” What could he mean by “mutation of the Trump derangement syndrome (sic)”? Are these words from the depressed opposition’s lexicon, or his own?

He quickly continues his attack on Sandoval and “others like you” who are incapable of seeing “truth,” as in Jack Nicholson’s “challenge” in “A Few Good Men,” then he proceeds to thank Sandoval for a “hilarious column.”

What’s truly hilarious in this is observing one gnat breaking free of the noisy swarm to imagine himself a player in a universe larger than either his politics or ego can imagine — or understand. Surgan is abuzz with bespoke “facts,” “truths” and calcified animosities; all the better to shore up his political swagger, and indulge his self-described lovefest with the rule of his golden swine.

Less hilarious is the chaos, human suffering, mayhem and destruction inflicted at will by an incoherent, politically illiterate, deranged charlatan and the lickspittle fealty of his craven Congress and hand-picked Supreme Court.

While, beneath their notice or concern, crowd-crazed and inflated by propaganda, scuttle disparagers of truth — the lip-synching Minuit-MAGAs, purveying lies and weaponized ignorance, who think they are included — and protected — in the bigger game. What a laugh!

Frances Genovese

Southampton