For Life Means for Life

Crytpo-Leopoldian Niall Ferguson explains for the zillionth time that Candidate-for-Life Benito Giuliani is a crazy man, and that if the things he says come to pass under his presidency, the world will burn, the angels will weep, and the spheres of heaven shall topple and fall. Yes, yes, yes. All true. Fortunately it won't come to pass. Benito Giuliani will never become President. He is the Candidate-for-Life.

No politician says what he's really going to do. But most speak as if they're outling what they're really going to do. If the delivery is long on themes and short on specifics, that's more a matter of exigency than anything else. Benito Giuliani, however, does not intend to do anything in office. He doesn't intend to be in office. His capacity for planning does not extend to that eventuality. His ability to follow chains of action and causality are inadequate to the task. He is on the path of the tao. In every moment, there he is, in every moment. He is the human incarnation of the universal will to the now. Every aspect of his being is both temporary and extemporaneous. He is immune from contradiction and revision. He is one immense, priapic engine of becoming. He is the Candidate-for-Life.