I was nervous tonight. Terribly, inexplicably nervous. It wasn’t that I thought Hillary couldn’t do what she needed to do. I knew she could. I feared no one would get her like “I get her”. My anxiety was over the punditocracy focusing on performance as opposed to substance.
I’ve never met or talked with Hillary. I can claim no special relationship, but I get her. I understand, “Do all the good you can, by all the means you can, in all the ways you can, in all the places you can, at all the times you can, to all the people you can, as long as you can.” From personal experience, I understand the “uncoolness” of being a goody two shoes.
The speech wasn’t flashy or sexy. It was a speech about good works without an audience or a reality show laugh track. It was about the simplicity of, “good policies make good politics”. It was Hillary Clinton.
As I sat here this evening, with tears in my eyes, my heart was filled with pride. Finally, our country will consider electing a leader who happens to be a woman despite the self-defeating limitation that only “all men are created equal”.
Tonight’s speech was brilliant. It wasn’t flowery. It didn’t soar. It was straightforward. It was written in the language of someone who is ready to work, not perform. It was Hillary.
It was a speech of “we” instead of “me”.
It was written in the unwieldy prose of a “democracy” instead of the inflexible coarseness of “authoritarianism”.
It was delivered by a person thinking of doing good “for us” as opposed to the egotism of “doing to us”.
It was the product of deep roots rather than shallow contrivance and artifice.
It was people-centric, not ethnocentric.
It was fearless, not fearful.
The speech was written from an understanding that leadership is a series of day after day behaviors instead of renting a caped costume and proclaiming yourself a hero.
It was about the confidence found in humility, not the weakness of arrogance.
It was a speech of lifting up, not tearing down.
It was Hillary.
We have 102 days – 2,448 hours, until Election Day.
As Hillary would say, “Let’s get to work.”
What’s on your mind?
Imagine a time when you can celebrate a person who has lived by the maxim: Do all the good you can, by all the means you can, in all the ways you can, in all the places you can, at all the times you can, to all the people you can, as long as you can.
Imagine a time when you can celebrate an accomplished servant of the people who happens to be a daughter, a sister, a wife, and a mother without first prefacing she happens to be a woman.
Imagine a time when ambition is as welcomed a characteristic for a woman as it is expected of a man.
Imagine a time when we appreciate that equality is only an ideal in the Constitution until the concept has practical application.
Imagine a time when we are free and fearless to be followers of a leader who happens to be grandmother.
Imagine how much better the world will be when our imagination gives way to reality.
This is an open celebration. What’s on your mind?
Good morning Widdershins. Welcome to the week that should have happened eight years ago. Did you think it was going to be an easy week?
Hillary has had to fight every step of the way. This week will be no different.
Lazy people who call themselves journalists are in full-tilt false equivalency mode. Here’s the way it works – they have to be meaner to Hillary to prove they are fair because last week’s RNC was such an unmitigated crapfest. Even though the RNC couldn’t stick a finger in their butts with the help of a Hellfire missile fired from a sexually ambiguous Predator drone, the faux journalists have to even up the fight to ensure ratings.
Folks, this week is going to be difficult for us. Case in point: The last 24-hours. The rollout of Tim Kaine was near perfect (I subtracted a half-point for the oversized red and white stripes as a background). Tim Kaine was excellent. Hillary was as happy as I’ve ever seen her. It was the opposite of the reenactment of, “The Man Who Knew Too Little,” by the Yam and Nonsense Pence last week.
The lazy forlornalists have to create a narrative. They jumped on a few emails in tens of thousands released by alleged rapist and pigment-challenged Julian Assange courtesy of proven liar and Putin playmate Guccifer 2.0.
I’m not going to get into the issue beyond this: If someone attacks an organization, it doesn’t sit well with the natives. BerningBum, a Democrat by contrivance for about 30 seconds, had attacked the DNC, DWS, and senior staff members. He attacked them to deflect attention from his own unethical and illegal behavior. As with any organism, a foreign object is always attacked by a body’s defenses. Emails were written. Venting took place. It happens in every organization.
It turned a “nothing burger” into a “thing,” but like the seasoned leader she is, Hillary dealt with it. She didn’t spend 36 hours denying it like Manafort did with the plagiarism. She worked the problem.
What was different from the way Hillary handled it? Unlike Obama, she doesn’t use people as fodder for bus speed bumps. Hillary is loyal to her friends. She created a title for DWS. Hillary honored the loyalty of DWS.
So this is just the first of much brouhaha for the week. Hillary faced it. Overcame it. Bested the ninnies. There will be more.
Remember this – Hillary never stops. Think about getting up and facing what she has faced for at least 25 years. Think about what we faced eight years ago. We were called “dead-enders”. This is our week. I intend to enjoy every second of it.
I leave you with this: The Washington Post has declared Trump a “unique threat to American democracy.” They unequivocally said, “They will never endorse Trump.” Here is a bit of it:
The lack of experience might be overcome if Mr. Trump saw it as a handicap worth overcoming. But he displays no curiosity, reads no books and appears to believe he needs no advice. In fact, what makes Mr. Trump so unusual is his combination of extreme neediness and unbridled arrogance. He is desperate for affirmation but contemptuous of other views. He also is contemptuous of fact. Throughout the campaign, he has unspooled one lie after another — that Muslims in New Jersey celebrated after 9/11, that his tax-cut plan would not worsen the deficit, that he opposed the Iraq War before it started — and when confronted with contrary evidence, he simply repeats the lie. It is impossible to know whether he convinces himself of his own untruths or knows that he is wrong and does not care. It is also difficult to know which trait would be more frightening in a commander in chief.
That is the competition. It is clear the bombastic Circus Peanut is going to be graded on a curve. There’s nothing we can do to change that because “perfect self-confidence is reserved for the less talented as a consolation prize.”
What’s on your mind today?
Good Saturday and weekend Widdershins!
And yes, it’s true! We made it through the entire shebang. We got through all of the pontificating, the pomposity, and the pretension. And I’m just talking about the political commenters that we watched! We saw the stellar lineup that Trump promised, which included Scott Baio and Duck guy junior.
So enough of that, it’s behind us. We need this bit of r & r before the good political convention starts this week. To give us all a break I’m going to put up a few political cartoons and the cartoonists’ takes on the convention. And lastly I’m going to add Trump’s epic rant about Ted Cruz. The National Enquirer? Really Donald? He must have watched Men in Black too many times and like Agent K, believes that all truth lies in the tabloids.
As you can see, some of these were really playing up the Melania speech incident. However, it was handled so badly by Trump and his people that it begged for a good mocking.
Lastly, Trump’s epic rant about Ted Cruz. There are two good writeups about here and here. Most nominees would hold their first presser and start talking about the campaign, their opponent and things like that. But then there’s Trump. This is going to be interesting folks. (this is a long clip – be prepared)
Through our extensive connections here at The Widdershins, we have secured an advanced copy of the Boogey Yam’s acceptance speech. It sounds familiar. See what you think? Now imagine the clamoring Yam in all his glorious orangeness as he says…
Three score and ten years ago my father brought forth on this continent a new son, conceived through sperm, so good, such beautiful sperm, dedicated to the proposition that his new son was created without equal.
Now we are engaged in a yuge political war, testing whether our nation, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure my narcissism. We are met on a great conclave of that political war along a fault line that cleaves the country into two vastly unequal parts and we come, quite ironically, to a city called Cleveland. You have come to dedicate yourself to me, as a final burial ground of your dignity, your integrity, and any semblance of caring about this country. You have given your self-respect so that my self-aggrandizement might flourish. It is altogether fitting and proper that you should do this.
But, in a larger sense, you cannot supplicate enough, you cannot grovel enough, you cannot prostrate yourself sufficiently to my cavernous gaping maw of egotistical need. There have been steroidal men and a cavalcade of unctuous women, living and dead, who struggled to bow low enough that I might walk on their backs in order to ever add to and never detract from my self-certified greatness.
The world will always note, and long remember what folly is committed here; it can never forget what was done to a once great political party in this place. It is for you the living, to be dedicated henceforth to the unfinished work of my adulation, supplication, and bootlicking sycophancy which you have agreed and thus far have so nobly advanced.
It is for you to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before you—that from these honored halls you take increased devotion to me and which I ask your last full measure of adoration—that you here highly resolve that my efforts at self-ennoblement and glorification shall not be in vain, although my vanity is yuge—that this nation shall have a new birth of greatness and whiteness—and that government through my coronation shall not perish from the earth as long as me, and my sons, Uday Don and Qusay Eric, continue to rule from Trump Tower, roam about on Air Trump, drink Trump Water, eat Trump Steaks, play with Trump Cards, imbibe Trump wine, wear Trump ties, scam money through Trump University, and lie about contributing to charities all in the name of Trump. So help me Trump.
My apologies to Abe Lincoln and condolences to all those who have been tricked, bamboozled, and cheated by Donald Trump. I can’t include the Republican Party because the RNC began laying the groundwork for Trump with Nixon’s southern strategy fifty years ago, focused it with a bitterly unfair Reagan economic policy, and ran the country and a good part of the world aground with Bush lying us into an interventionist war without basis.
Trump is a Republican project that has been gestating for fifty years. Congratulations — it’s a boy! The Party deserves the rot that is Donald Trump.
What’s on your mind today?
Sometimes the truth is stranger than meerkat scat. There’s no one, not even those on bath salts, who could have “thunked up” Melania Trump plagiarizing the speech of Michelle Obama, the wife of the Muslim Kenyan. I’m sure in World Cup Soccer Slovenia has scored on Kenya, but not at this level and not in America.
Remember that the “terrorist fist jab” was burning with white-hot furor over at Fox. They even called in a “body language” expert to help decipher it.
The truth is: The “terrorist fist jab” was nothing more than lifting a wild-eyed comment from a wilder-eyed right-wing nutjob website. So Michelle Obama was fair game to the point of a New Yorker cover over something that had been lifted from the comments section of an online website that should only be read in rooms with padded walls. Who knew?
My point is this: Michelle Obama has been pilloried for just about anything and everything she has touched by the right-wing media industrial complex. Exercise, vegetables – Michelle’s nanny state. Health care and veterans’ rehab – insincere. Wearing off the rack non-designer dresses – classless.
Now we are told by the right-wing nutjobs that this Melania plagiarism should be immune from criticism. Tilting at windmills. A big nothing burger. Oh, and she’s really hot. And white.
It’s not just that it was copied, but in talking about the speech, Mrs. Trump III said, “I wrote it with as little help as possible.”
Of course, Melania might come by it honestly because in the study, Plagiarism Policies in the Republic of Slovenia (a real thing, it is amazing what you can get when you plug words into the googling machine) in Section 4.1.2 Plagiarism, it says:
Responders to our survey (both faculty and students) agreed that students should receive more targeted educaton (sic) on plagiarism and ways to avoid it. Based on the informaton (sic) we retrieved, we notced (sic) a lack of specifc (sic) modules on research methods and academic writng (sic).
Apparently, Slovenians not only need instruction on why it’s wrong to plagiarize, they need lessons on why it is good to use spell check – two sentences, five misspellings in an academic study.
This whole episode is a perfect example of the hypocrisy that festers so near the surface in just about everything the RWN do. Fake candidate, Benghazi lies, lip service to tolerance and inclusion, feigning allegiance to veterans, supporting open carry laws until they have to be in the common places where people actually open carry. The list is endless.
Why should it be surprising that there was a copied speech and then lying about the lies?
What’s on your mind today?
Political Science was one of my majors in college. One of my professors said, “Welcome to the only social science where everyone you meet with an opinion considers themselves an expert.”
All the pundits, columnists, and paid marionettes have an opinion as to why the Bogey Yam so decisively won the primary. Why he so “resonates” with “his people”? Why the demon Yam inspires such unyielding loyalty?
Here’s the eye opener – the yammering Yam might just be the caterwauling canary in the coal mine of authoritarianism. Here’s a video explaining the political science niche of authoritarianism.
If you want to read more about this subject, Vox has done some good, long journalism and original research on the subject. The article is The Rise of American Authoritarianism. Another article is Congressional Republicans — and everyone else — should take Trump’s authoritarianism seriously.
Fear is the aphrodisiac, revenge is the religion, and xenophobia is the calling card of the authoritarian. Evolving social norms and demographic changes frighten authoritarians. Overreaction is the only acceptable reaction to change. Democracy is only tolerated to the extent it provides the instruments to further the interests of authoritarianism. Curtailing civil liberties is praised as a means to an end.
At the risk of violating Godwin’s law, the concept of authoritarianism emanated from studying fascism after World War II. Whatever the genesis, the conservative media infrastructure preaches how terrifying the world is and how little the god-less liberals care about protecting our security. This is the Siren song of authoritarians.
Terrorism, instability, and instantaneous communication channels have turned the world into a Petri dish for authoritarianism. The clamoring Yam is Patient Zero.
As a political strategy it is not new. Nixon used it in 1968 by creating a zeitgeist of rampant lawlessness and then sculpting his candidacy to fulfill the need he created from whole cloth. The election of 1968 was the first where the concepts of Vance Packard’s Hidden Persuaders were put to use. It was Mad Men meeting The West Wing for the first time where it was love at first sight and an inseparable bond was forged.
Authoritarianism plays to the basest of human instincts, but it creates fierce and fulsome adherents. The bond between an authoritarian and their followers is unshakable. As the blabbering Yam said, “I could stand in the middle of Fifth Avenue and shoot somebody, and I wouldn’t lose any voters, OK?” Finally, he has said something that is true according to the research.
Don’t for a second think this concept is lost upon Trump or his henchmen. Roger Stone’s first self-proclaimed dirty trick was during the 1968 Nixon campaign. And there isn’t an authoritarian despot or two-bit murderous dictator for which Paul Manafort hasn’t worked. Authoritarianism is the clamoring Yam’s campaign strategy. After his declaration of being the, “law and order candidate,” there is no doubt it will be the recurrent campaign theme.
It is easy to see that the Republican Party might well cleave itself into an establishment wing and an authoritarian wing. Holding power in Congress will force cooperation between the two factions, but such cooperation will mean no comprehensive immigration policy or investment in infrastructure. It will also mean cooperation to invalidate Hillary’s presidency through continued BenghaziemailserverWallStreetwhatever conspiracies.
This week will be awash with fear-mongering. The end times are here and they will be broadcast live from Cleveland. It is no coincidence that the only way to get to the stage at this week’s Republican Convention are by ascending white steps. Authoritarians would have it no other way.
This week will be difficult. There will be no concern for damage to the country, inciting violence, or healing. In fact, just the opposite will serve the campaign interests of the clamoring Yam and his goons.
A quote from the article:
“For authoritarians, in case of moral threat, lock down the borders, kick out those who are different, and punish those who are morally deviant.”
For the Republican Party, the party platform seems to channel authoritarianism — build a wall, block Muslims, deport 11 million, torture, punish women for controlling their health care decisions. These positions aren’t a stretch if your voters are those who profit from fear and proclaim pain is the prescription for “the others” — more like coming out of the authoritarian closet.
What’s on your mind today?