Quote:It Looks Like the Bomber Was One of Many Lost American Souls
Cesar Sayoc allegedly found purpose in his life through The Enemies.
By Charles P. Pierce Oct 26, 2018
Straining at the tether/Societies have withered/Vacancy/Dislocation
—Chris Whitley/Jeff Lang, "Dislocation Blues."
CHARLOTTE, N.C.—Well, the rally tonight ought to be a show.
It seems that the Feds have busted a Florida Man named Cesar Sayoc in connection with the various infernal devices sent to prominent political and media figures around the country.
(Two more were discovered on Friday, one mailed to Senator Cory Booker and another to former Director of National Intelligence James Clapper, who now d/b/a a television pundit.)
Sayoc's van, festooned with stickers of a decidedly Trumpist variety, all was hauled away. Sayoc is also something of a career criminal. From The New York Times:
Mr. Sayoc, a registered Republican, has a lengthy criminal history in Florida dating back to 1991 that includes felony theft, drug and fraud charges, as well as being arrested and accused of threatening to use a bomb, public records show.
His criminal record from the Florida Department of Law Enforcement indicates that at the time of his last arrest in 2015, he was 5-foot-11 and 215 pounds. He has brown eyes, black hair and a scar on his left arm, the records said, and was born in New York. The records listed Mr. Sayoc’s occupation as “manager.” According to a 2012 bankruptcy petition filed in Miami, Mr. Sayoc resided at the time at his mother’s home. “Lives w/mom,” a handwritten note on the petition said. “Has no furniture.”...
Some residents of Aventura reported seeing a similar white van covered in pro-Trump stickers often parked in the lot of a local strip mall, the Aventura Waterways shopping center. But it was not immediately clear if that van was the same one seized by the police on Friday.
“It struck me because of the crazy conspiratorial stickers covering the windows,” said David Cypkin, a documentary film producer and editor with the Rakontur production company. “It was unsettling, and also it seemed to be occupied. Sometimes the door would be ajar or a window would be open."
Reporters are now scouring Sayoc's Facebook and Twitter feeds, looking for clues. At the moment, he just seems like yet another lost soul, a refugee in his own country, who had very little to cling to, unsuccessful even at crime, who finally found a place for his vagrant spirit in whatever it is that people heard in the siren call of the campaign that ended with the president* in the White House.
Whatever? No mystery. 'He says what I think', was what you righties ceaselessly reminded us was what you liked most about Trump; as if we didn't already understand what a low bar you'd set for the quality and clarity of your own 'thoughts'.
There are a lot of dislocated people in the United States these days. The world has changed around them. The world has left them behind.
The promise of the the country seems not just out of reach, but empty. There is free-floating rage, and resigned depression hangs on the country like a weighted shawl.
Nobody can possibly fathom all of the incarnations this sodden zeitgeist may take. It shapes itself within the life of every individual citizen, for good or ill.
It is too easy to say that, in that campaign, Sayoc may have found someone to blame for his circumstances. But there is no question that, if he indeed has been dispatching amateurish bombs all over the landscape, the campaign did give Sayoc something he likely had been searching for: enemies. And those enemies, it would seem, may have given his life direction and a purpose. More, obviously, to follow.
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