Climbing to the Top the Hard Way

Stephen Rogata, aka Michael Joseph Ryan, really wanted to talk to Donald J. Trump. So do many of Trump’s advisors.  Suction-cupping your way to the top seems like doing it the hard way.  But Trump’s writers may soon be climbing the walls on Fifth Avenue themselves if The Donald doesn’t start listening.

 

Trump doesn’t listen to anyone, it seems, however, least of all a frustrated 19 year-old probably looking for attention or bearing some other psychology burden which, by contrast, climbing a 60-story building with suction cups seemed a piece of cake.

 

His mother, Gina Ryan, complained that her son was spending all his time on the Internet, writing “a blog on government issues in the United States,” according to the Associated Press, which reported on a Fairfax County, Va., police account after Stephen/Michael ran away from home in November 2014.

 

His parents had taken away his Internet privilege when they found his school grades were suffering. Which courses was he failing?  Calculus?  Physics?  Yeah, that’s a problem (if he even got past Geometry; writers tend to not do well in mathematics when they’re young, although this a grave mistake on their part).

 

But if he was failing Anti-American History II or Feminism in the 21st Century or Acknowledging White Privilege and Guilt, who can blame him for skipping the books and failing the grades?

 

For someone who was reportedly so absorbed by the Internet and mesmerized by Donald J. Trump, it’s surprising that young Stephen/Michael didn’t reach out to Trump in Trump’s favorite medium – Twitter. It would have beat tearing his muscles out climbing Trump Tower.

 

But his parents disconnected Stephen/Michael two years ago and maybe that’s why our AWOL student decided to climb the building instead (ironically, wasn’t Trump was in Virginia that day, championing the plight of out of work miners?).

 

Parents can drive their late adolescent children to desperate measures when they disapprove of their children’s choice of career. Some want to go on to higher achievements – art, music, poetry, writing, photography.  Others are only too happy, like my good friend, to forego college altogether and study a trade.  Some don’t know what they want to do.

 

The young Conservative writer has the most difficult path of all, though. An engineering student must study – and memorize – formulas for hours on end, effectively ending their social life.  The writing student, though, immediately finds him or herself immediately trapped by the Socialist glass ceiling.

 

If you don’t study the 20th Century Socialist Literary Greats – Shaw, Dreiser, Miller, Ginsberg come to mind – and of course, the philosophers – Plato, Mills, Rousseau, Marx, Engel, Dewey – you’ll never get a story published in your school’s literary magazine and never be assigned a story in the school newspaper.

 

To be a great writer – in any school of thought – requires not just a double major – Communications and Political Science – but really a quad major: Communications, English (Literature), History and Philosophy.  Regular science and a little discipline in mathematics wouldn’t hurt, either.

 

Nearly all modern journalists are double majors from the Communications or Journalism schools and the political science wing, which is just another way of saying philosophy. You have to be able to read before you write, and if you really expect to be published, you must be able to speak well in order to sell your book to an agent.  Good luck with that.  You really need to know somebody at the top first (hence Ryan’s Climb).

 

Writing is a glamorous occupation to the starry-eyed teenager dreaming of seeing their book made into a film someday. Reality sets in upon their first job in writing, most likely newspaper reporting – the editor.

 

The editor is the short-tempered, alcohol-consuming, coffee-bolting behemoth who stands between every young writer and their dreams. First lesson – shorter is better.  Lose the adjectives but do make your lede interesting.  Oh, the pain of seeing that first story returned to you, all marked up in red, looking like a diagram of a football game.

 

Don’t despair, though. It’s nothing personal; just the nature of the beast.  Every editor thinks they’re a better writer than the writers submitting the work to them.  They get their comeuppance though, because every company executive, especially those who’ve studied the law, thinks they’re a better writer than the communications specialist they’ve hired to write their speeches for them.

 

Writing is a thankless, merciless task. Public relations pays better than journalism, if you can get a job these days.  PR has gone the way of all socialist things.  Communications specialists only write for the top dogs these days.  They’re to be pitied more than envied.  I’ve known more than one communications strategist and communications team waylaid by an executive’s traveling schedule and penchant for thinking themselves a better writer, with a master’s degree or better to prove it.  They spend hours waiting for the edited red letter speech to return to them and then have to drive hours back to their own offices to rewrite the wheel.

 

Dad was right, all those years ago (and Mom, too). Still, it pays the bills.  Starving bloggers may have greater job satisfaction.  But the remuneration is non-existent.

 

Poor Stephen/Michael short-circuited his career by taking this strenuous short-cut to fame. Perhaps he figured he had nothing to lose.  I remember feeling that way at 19, having been sent to school to learn to type instead of learning to write.  Or rather, to read.  I had a second chance to immerse myself in the great literature of the West and got nearly all A’s doing so.

 

That year’s time didn’t afford me the opportunity to soak it all in, but I did get the degree – and the idea. Thirty years later, with spare time on my hands, thanks to the Obamabust of 2008, I’ve managed to more or less complete the task (Tom Jones.  Check!  Crime and Punishment (yikes, what a grim tale).  Check.  War and Peace.  Check!  The Gulag Archipelago (non-fiction, but what a story – the real story of Communism).  Check and double-check!!

 

I had the wisdom on my second round in college to study some philosophy and a bit of the Founding Fathers’ inspiration. I read both The Federalist Papers and the Anti-Federalist Papers.  I finally got around to reading The Communist Manifesto and even heard about it third-hand from a friend who was an avid Communist.  “The ends justify the means” and “Well, Stalin wasn’t exactly the role model of Communism but it could work under the right circumstances” and this ditty – “it would mean you wouldn’t have to work; you could concentrate on your writing.”

 

Oh yes, indeed, and I would spend every free minute denouncing Communism and Socialism. But I would also denounce the tyrants of the corporate world who, like editors in journalism, think they have a capitalist right, if not a divine right, to brow-beat and verbally abuse their underlings.

 

At 19, Ryan still might have a chance to salvage his reputation. Go to school and learn a trade, as a professor once advised me.  You’re not going to learn anything worthwhile in today’s socialist-oriented universities anyway.  Find one in which you can meet many people of all varieties.

 

Or, taking a job with one of the many delivery services might be a good idea, too. Retail stores are closing up.  Companies like Amazon.com are opening warehouses everywhere and need drivers.  It’ll get you out of the mind-numbing cubicle environment and on the road, where you can meet people and not be stuck in one place all the live-long day.

 

At night, you can study on your own. My advice would begin with the Christian Bible.  It’s where history begins, whether communist atheists like it or not.  Absolutely all of history starts there and most of literature up until the 20th Century takes it cues from the Good Book.

 

You’ll need help figuring it out, so get in with a good Bible study group. The second book you should take up is “”The Two Babylons:  Or, the Papal Worship Proved to be the Worship of Nimrod,” by Alexander Hislop.

 

“The Two Babylons” is an obscure book and seriously anti-Catholic. If you can stomach its anti-papist language (whew!), the book rips the cover off most classical Greek literature and Greek and Roman gods, Roman Catholic teachings and even some Protestant beliefs.  In a word:  all this for one guy – Nimrod – and his adoring Semiramis (note:  most historians discount Hislop’s claims about Semiramis but if you read carefully his linguistic assertions, you won’t be in much doubt).

 

If you’re already immersed this classics (unless you’re in the upper class, it’s not likely that you are), you’ll think of the Greek and Roman gods and goddesses with a different mindset. You’ll certainly think twice about celebrating Halloween or hanging that sprig of mistletoe at Christmas or if you even want to celebrate the Lord Jesus’ birth – at that time, at least – ever again.  The pagan-worshippers have been trying to tell us, sneeringly, for years, but we haven’t been listening or paying attention, thinking they’re just full of it.

 

From there, you can go on to reading the Greek classics. You should, because the Greek classics, especially Plato’s Republic, inform Socialist theories.  Then read on to the later philosophers.  Read the great literature.  Read Shakespeare, and Milton and all those other high-falutin’ Greeks.

 

Don’t just read literature to be able, as Henry Fielding wryly warns us in Tom Jones, to say you read the book. Enjoy it.  Think about it.  Discuss it with others.  Yes, Moby Dick contains about forty pages of blubber.  But Melville’s language is amazing.  War and Peace, the most famed of all literature is a long book, yes; but it’s an incredibly fast read, a real page turner.  Will that idiot Pierre ever grow up?  Will he find the true God?  Will he find love?  Find out.  Don’t fear the length.  Don Quixote and Les Miserables are long books too.  But nothing is longer than a dreadfully boring book like that of Thomas Hardy or Henry James, while shorter than the aforementioned take infinitely longer to get through.

 

Read, read, read. That’s the big mistake those who don’t go to college make.  Followed by money, money, money – that that’s all there is to life, meeting the basic needs.  Work, work, work.  That’s the big mistake those who do go to college make – thinking that thinking alone will get them through life and lead them to greatness.

 

Donald J. Trump built his way to the top. He read some.  He published a number of books that it turns out he didn’t write.  He plasters his name onto everything he builds or does, including putting his name in huge, brightly-lit letters above the podium at the Republican National Convention in Cleveland last month.

 

The question in the minds of the college-educated is: does the elevator, figuratively speaking, go to the top floor in regards to his bid for the presidency. The college-educated have been trying to tell the high-school educated that it certainly doesn’t.  The elevator pretty much stops around the 25th or 30th floor, at best.

 

But like Mr. Rogata/Ryan, the high-school educated plugged along, pushing Trump to the top with a Herculean effort, only to find he wasn’t home (Trump’s home is in the Trump Tower, but he wasn’t there the other day). The Trumpsters began to discover this when their allegedly “attacked” Mrs. Khizir, the silent Muslim wife standing obediently beside her Clinton-minion husband.

 

Trump, for once, was right; he didn’t attack her. He only stated the obvious.  Yet, for this politically incorrect observation, he was slammed by the Left and the Right, and he was slammed by his now-timorous supporters who, finding the Left-Wing Media descending upon their candidate, fled in terror.

 

We thought you wanted him to speak out? The answer:  “Well, we meant after the election.”  Which means, translated, after his re-election, because during his first term, Trump would have to carefully toe the politically cautious line that the Republicans themselves have drawn.

 

We find this lack of support – disturbing. We’ve long known that there is very little, if any, difference between Republicans and Democrats anymore.  We should have thought that the loss of elections by Republican presidential candidates since 1992 made this lack of distinction all too apparent.  Republicans have gone over to the dark side.

 

Trump is no Conservative. He’s already on the dark side.  He’s no good at public speaking, at least not the kind that wins presidential candidates respect, esteem, and elections.  He has a tendency to put his foot in his mouth in regard to inaccuracies and resorts to wrestling-match tactics which won’t work with the college-educated, mendacious lawyer (who no longer as a license to practice law) Hillary Clinton.

 

Hillary is shrill and unappealing herself at the podium, in addition to being infamously crooked. It’s hard to believe we’re this close to catapulting a felon into the White House.  Why hasn’t Trump brought forward some of his female executives to speak on his behalf?  His children are great, but they’re obviously biased towards their father.  Those female execs would help his cause.

 

He also needs to listen to his speech advisers. They need to leave him alone about his opinions on the big issues; he needs to learn how to put his views into more intelligible language.  With only a few weeks to go, he needs to hit the vocabulary-builder if he insists on winging it at press conferences.

 

He needs to listen to his wordsmiths. He needs to listen to his Melania, his wife.

 

If he refuses to listen – and he’s notorious for not listening to anyone – then maybe his speechwriters, consultants, and campaign manager need to borrow Stephen Rogata’s suction-cup plungers and scale the walls of Trump Tower right up to the penthouse on the 60th floor to get his attention.

 

Eighty-eight days until the election. In numeral figures – 88 days.  That’s how long Trump has to learn how to convey a cohesive, coherent, Conservative message.

 

The first word he needs to learn is: freedom.  Free-dom.  Two syllables.  The second?  Humility.  Hu-mil-ity.  Three syllables.  That’s a lot of syllables, Donald, but you can do it.  You can make your speeches great, if you try.  Superb.  Inspiring.  Soaring.  You’re not Harry Truman, and this is not the 1940s.  He couldn’t speak, either.  But then, television was in its infancy and people were better educated, even the lower classes.  He could speak to the common man.  But they were Democrats, not Republicans.

 

If you don’t learn to speak more intelligently, you’ll scare away the college-educated, brainwashed Millenials and give the college-educated Tea Partiers pause. We’re behind you, but like the New York City crowds watching the Social Media climber, our teeth are clenched as we watch you dangling, oblivious, from the precipice.

 

The question is: will someone yank you in before it’s too late?

 

 

 

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