What a week!
Can you believe we lived through it?
How often do you get to see a Circus Peanut back pedal and then back pedal his back pedal? Or was it a ballet pirouette or fouette?
If you pivot fast enough and long enough, no one will know where you started on a particular issue. For instance, this week we saw the clamoring Yam soften, then harden, then soften, then semi-harden his immigration palaver.
Before that there was the “sarcasm” defense about the Kenyan Muslim and bigoted Hillary Clinton being the founders of ISIS. Before that he greased up the wording on his slippery Muslim ban.
Before that it was whether or not to tax the rich and what he meant by “taxes should go up a little bit.” Of course, there’s the big flopping fish about “self-funding” his campaign until Trump found out he could have unwitting contributors pay astronomical rent in the Trump Tower.
Add guns, abortion, the minimum wage, and Syrian refuges and you might have three weeks worth of his flipping and flopping.
Charlie Pierce said something that made a lot of sense to me, “Donald Trump isn’t really a new Republican, he’s just a Republican without the ability to have an interior monologue.”
That pretty much sums up the Manhattan Mango and his Trumpanzees. He doesn’t have a restrictor plate on his thoughts – if he thinks it, he says it – circumstances be damned. If there is an audience for his Tourette act, you can bet there will be more spontaneous policy conjuring.
So in celebration of this week when the normalized behavior of having an “inside” voice became another characteristic separating the two candidates, I thought some “thinking” songs might be in order.
So let’s have some celebratory thinking about thinking. Any other thinking can be registered as well. What’s on your mind?
Good morning Widdershins.
My imagination fails me. Perhaps if I had done LSD during kindergarten, my pedestrian, white-cracker imagination would be fertile enough to think up something like this.
Katrina Pierson, failed shoplifter and viperous time traveler, has been absent from her perch on CNN. She needed a break after insisting the Kenyan Muslim Obama invaded Afghanistan in 2009. It seems the rest and the therapeutic millet didn’t do the trick. She’s baaaaack!
Not since Funk said to Wagnalls, “Ya know any words?” has there been a more pythonic utterance. Ms. Pierson says that the clamoring Yam hasn’t changed his position on immigration, he’s just changed the words.
This, as the Circus Peanut can’t decide whether he’s softening or hardening his position on immigration. I don’t know if Cialis is effective on itty bitty Peanuts, but I’m sure his buddy Roger Ailes might know. Roger, the clarion Fox puritan, is locked in his bunker replaying videos from the good old days when only Democrats were godless fornicating sinners.
The flying monkeys of the Alt-right have just had their best day ever. They have been called out and are now the official crew, nee seamen, of the USS Trumpanic. Here’s an excellent explanation of their pedigree.
The Trumpanic has proudly sailed the seas of racism for decades. Nicholas Kristof has collected some of the rockiest shoals the Trumpanic has navigated in this article all too cleverly entitled: Is Donald Trump a Racist?
Here’s a quote from the article, if uttered by any presidential candidate heretofore would have been absolutely disqualifying, but just add it to the lexicography of “F Trump”:
In 1991, a book by John O’Donnell, who had been president of the Trump Plaza Hotel and Casino in Atlantic City, quoted Trump as criticizing a black accountant and saying: “Black guys counting my money! I hate it. The only kind of people I want counting my money are short guys that wear yarmulkes every day. … I think that the guy is lazy. And it’s probably not his fault, because laziness is a trait in blacks. It really is, I believe that. It’s not anything they can control.” O’Donnell wrote that for months afterward, Trump pressed him to fire the black accountant, until the man resigned of his own accord.
Trump eventually denied making those comments. But in 1997 in a Playboy interview, he conceded “the stuff O’Donnell wrote about me is probably true.”
To haunt your otherwise pleasant Friday, I leave you with this image of our potential next President and Vice President. What’s on your mind?
Good morning Widdershins.
What say we start with a little thought experiment? Let’s say that Barack and Michelle Obama had a credit card or car loan from the Bank of Bahrain. How would Fox, Drudge, Breitbart, Blimpbaugh, or Hannity react?
Now you are thinking, “Prolix, that is just plain three-legged dog stupid. Of course they would never shut up about it.” For example, Hannity, the dumbest man to ever be paid to talk on teevee and proud Trump adviser, still mentions Bill Ayers every third breath and that illicit entanglement is based on a chance meeting at a 1995 cocktail party.
So where is the outrage when the Republican nominee is in hock to the Bank of China and Russian oligarchs? In a backbreaking piece of research journalism, the New York Times article: Trump’s Empire: A Maze of Debt and Opaque Ties found:
Beyond finding that companies owned by Mr. Trump had debts of at least $650 million to the Bank of China among others, The Times discovered that a substantial portion of his wealth is tied up in three passive partnerships that owe an additional $2 billion to a string of lenders, including those that hold the loan on the Avenue of the Americas building. (A building that alone carries $950 million in loans.)
So where is the outrage when the clamoring Yam doesn’t make good on his commitments to charities, particularly, veteran charities? Or how about a little outrage over evidence of self-dealing when he jacked-up the rent on his own campaign five times higher when contributors started footing the bill?
When there are daily, even hourly, outrages the tongue-wagging press becomes anesthetized to them. Just like beekeepers being immune to stings, the sting of outrage has ceased to make an impression upon the keepers of the Trump press.
Instead the Yam and his Trumpanzees want to focus on the Clinton Foundation. It’s a charity with an “A” rating that enjoys contributions from 300,000 contributors, 90% of whom contribute $100 or less. Its good works have positively affected the lives of 430 million people in over 180 countries, including 31,000 American schools, 11.5 million needing HIV/AIDS drugs, and 85 million people in the U.S. through strategic health partnerships.
And the call is to shut the Clinton Foundation down. Shutter it. Stop the good works – all for a talking point of a two-bit, lying buffoon being choreographed by a racist, nationalistic, purveyor of slime and hatred who wriggled from the fever swamp of Breitbart.
This is the modus operandi of the Alt-right. Throw so much spaghetti on the wall it makes you think an Olive Garden exploded. It’s a perfect scheme now that a human’s attention span is less than that of a goldfish. Mother Jones explains Steve Bannon as the head lizard of the Breitbart fever swamp:
Trump was signaling a wholehearted embrace of the “alt-right,” a once-motley assemblage of anti-immigrant, anti-Muslim, ethno-nationalistic provocateurs who have coalesced behind Trump and curried the GOP nominee’s favor on social media. In short, Trump has embraced the core readership of Breitbart News.
Though disavowed by every other major conservative news outlet, the alt-right has been Bannon’s target audience ever since he took over Breitbart News from its late founder, Andrew Breitbart, four years ago. Under Bannon’s leadership, the site has plunged into the fever swamps of conservatism, cheering white nationalist groups as an “eclectic mix of renegades,” accusing President Barack Obama of importing “more hating Muslims,” and waging an incessant war against the purveyors of “political correctness.”
All of this to feed the prying eyes of those hungering for click-bait. It is the last refuge of those wanting to be seen as something genetically similar to journalists, but too lazy to engage in anything beyond false equivalencies.
With the outrage-o-meter in the red courtesy of the flying monkeys led by the wicked Noodleliani, there are those who camouflage their laziness and Clinton derangement syndrome with an intellectualized Mary Kay sampler kit. A prime case in point is Jonathan Chait, a graduate of the Ryan Lochte Ethics Institute, who writes:
“Give a man a reputation as an early riser,” said Mark Twain, “and he can sleep ‘til noon.” Hillary Clinton finds herself in the opposite situation: She has a reputation for venality — the merits of which we can set aside momentarily — that forces her to a higher ethical standard. Her inadequate response to the conflicts of interest inherent in the Clinton Foundation show that she is not meeting that standard, and has not fully grasped the severity of her reputational problem.
Ultimately, there is no way around this problem without closing down the Clinton Foundation altogether. Passing off management of the foundation to non-relatives or other third parties doesn’t do the trick, either. If the Clinton Foundation is not leveraging the Clinton name, it has no purpose.
Chait is representative of the lazy journalists who pander to the jaundice-eyed skeptics who forego facts for conditional morality. The conditions of their morality are whatever fits their transitory narrative. Presently, that narrative is to reward the Circus Peanut for keeping his clothes on and not howling at the moon as he spews factless, baseless lies.
It is easy to say in hindsight, why didn’t the Clintons change the Foundation accordingly? Their answer is: Change it to what? Here is a leadership truism: If the objective is randomly subjective, why bother? Just do what is right. The lesson is this: No matter what the Clintons might have done eight years ago, it would have made no difference since the standards by which they are judged are constantly evolving to fit the subjective views of those proclaiming the standards. CDS makes ordinary strategic thinking useless, so the Clintons just did what was right. Not politically expedient, but a methodologically practical plan to provide charitable services.
When you consider the Trumpanzees, the flying monkeys, the lazy co-opted press, and the attention-grabbing bobbleheads, what you have left is a coalescing Alt-right world embodied by the Republican Party. It is a world of rumor and innuendo with closed captioning of hate and paranoia. The caricatures of bigotry and prejudices are now the reality of the GOP.
And what is missing throughout this: Not one word about the 430 million poor people whose lives have been made better. Instead, the good work of the Clinton Foundation has been turned into fodder for the promotion of anti-immigrant, anti-Muslim, racist provocateurs. To quote James Carville, “Someone is going to hell over this.”
What’s on your mind today?
Good Monday, Widdershins! For your activism today, please do check out the link to the Louisiana donations page on the right side of the blog. It is truly astonishing that 875 billion gallons of water (or 875 Superdomes) fell on the Baton Rouge area in such a short amount of time.
Now to the topic of today’s post: The really, truly, we-mean-it-this-time autopsy of the Republican Party. To paraphrase a famous, fictitious Scotsman: It’s dead, Jim.
Back in 2012, after The Glove lost handily to that evil Kenyan Muslim with the funny name, there was a famous “What the f*ck just happened?!” inquiry into the epic fail of the Republicans’ usual Presidential election strategy. Mitt had won all of the traditional demographics that had gained the White House in previous elections: educated white women and men, mostly. The formula should have worked like a charm…but it didn’t. Why not? The Republican brainiacs thought and thought, and here’s what they came up with: Demographically, the Party was out of touch. Young people, Hispanics, women, African-Americans…these groups were not interested in the self-important posturings of the overprivileged old men who make up the Party leadership.
So how would the Republicans “reach out” to the people in question? Would they tweak their platform at all? Why, of course not. They didn’t even bother to try. They would ignore the fact that their Party was dying not in spite of its message, but because of it; and not because people were too stupid to understand it, but because they understood it very well. The alleged “conservative movement” is nothing more than an excuse to further line the pockets of Party leadership, and the American people, in 2012, had figured that out – even the Republicans who still called themselves that.
Between 2012 and 2016; the Tea Party in Congress strengthened its position exponentially. More and more “moderates” were pushed out, and those who dared to try to actually do the work they were put in Congress to do – work to create legislation for the benefit of the American people – were viewed as “traitors to the cause.” No one was sure what the cause was, of course. But they all knew that Obama was very bad, that Democrats were bad, and what they should do was foil everything that those bad people did.
Despite the advice of those who tried to position themselves as more moderate, the RWNJs embraced the “Party of No” strategy; doubled, tripled and quadrupled down on it. And not surprisingly to anyone watching with an objective eye, this crazed group of fringers, when put in charge of nominating a Presidential candidate, nominated someone as racist, xenophobic and misogynistic as they were; but most importantly, someone as angry as they were.
That was the day the Republican party died completely. It just took a long time for the realization to sink in – at least, for some people, still pining for the lost glories of Raygun (the man who condemned it to its slow demise) and claiming that they no longer recognized their Party. Gee wilikers, what was your first clue that the Party had become a frothing, toxic mixture of hatred, fury and neo-Nazi fervor?
I find the most pithy statement of the Party’s epic fail came from Ms. Meghan (McMaverick) McCain. While some Republicans seem to feel Trump is an aberration, John McCain’s daughter isn’t buying it.
“Trump winning or losing has nothing to do with the party if the party can recover or not,” Meghan McCain said. “The problems run deeper than that.”
For those who want more details, I recommend this analysis by Justin Guest. It’s true, white, non-college-educated Americans have been economically left behind by globalism, and socially left behind by a growing mix of ethnicities slowly brown-ifying the lovely pale flesh tones they prefer to see. And oh my gosh, uppity wimminz are going to run the country, and probably take their transgender lovers with them! It’s enough to make David Duke weep. Check this out:
As part of a broad study of white working class politics, I solicited white Americans’ support for Donald Trump, but also for a hypothetical third party dedicated to “stopping mass immigration, providing American jobs to American workers, preserving America’s Christian heritage, and stopping the threat of Islam”—essentially the platform of the UK’s right-wing British National Party, adapted to the United States. How many white Americans do you think would consider voting for this type of protectionist, xenophobic party?
Clearly, Trump’s allure is bigger than Trump himself.
Indeed…and we’d all better be vigilant. We’ve seen Great Britain suffer due to the predations of these throwbacks to a much less progressive and open-minded time, a time when white men were in charge of everything, and anyone who challenged that mindset could just drink from a different fountain, or be subjected to any indignity the masters wanted. This is the illness at the heart of the current Republican Party’s base, and they’re not going away any time soon.
Whether they stay Republicans or not, this is a group of people that have no business in the political arena. Their candidates and agenda must be firmly pushed aside, in this election and in every other following.
So despite the fact that Hillary now has a double-digit lead, and we’re all going to get out the vote to make sure she wins, we can’t get complacent. We can never forget that these people are out there, they’re malignant, and they vote. Let’s make sure they are demoted to the vast, irrelevant fringes of American society, where they belong.
This is an open thread.
Good Saturday to you Widdershins!
Let’s hope that this post finds you well and enjoying your weekend. I have kind of been around the blog in a somewhat haphazard way this week. I was watching things online about the flooding in Louisiana and doing what I could to assist the folks there going through that awful situation. I had some clothes that had shrunk (notice I did not say I outgrew the clothes) so I gathered the jeans and shirts, found some new socks of a type I don’t wear anymore and gathered all the stuff together and shipped them to an organization that was accepting things like that from out of state. So Fredster was a busy bee this week. And to give you an idea of how much rain fell, I saw this on a local nola station’s website.
So let’s move on to this week’s music post and its theme. That theme would be lies and those who tell them. And naturally that leads to the Republican candidate. Now perhaps Trump doesn’t realize all the whoppers he tells. Or perhaps they weren’t whoppers in the strictest meaning of the term. And then there are the statements that were later retracted or modified somewhat. Eh, who knows with him. So with that in mind let’s take a look at and listen to some songs that are about lies or liars and the whole lot.
(2) The Castaways ~ Liar, liar
(3) Depeche Mode ~ Lie to me
(4) Elliot Smith ~ The Biggest Lie
(5) Nine Inch Nails ~ Terrible Lie
(6) Dolly Parton ~ Tender Lie
(7) Trisha Yearwood ~ Lying to the moon
And last, this, for my peeps in Louisiana who have had a bad time recently.
Okay, this is wide open and take it wherever you wish. Of course, your own musical contributions are greatly appreciated.
Good morning Widdershinners. It’s Friday and we have exactly 81 days until Election Day. Maximus Orangius’ name will actually appear on ballots for President of these United States since “Presidentin’ Ain’t No Big Thing.” At least that’s what he says.
This morning #socklessdeadintern was violating federal law and 11th Republican Commandment by comparing Maximus Orangius to Ronald Reagan. Eugene Robinson reminded #sockless that he had met Reagan and Orangius was not Reagan. #sockless is off his game this week because #drunkmika is waking up amongst her Vodka bottles in a vacation kennel at an undisclosed location.
From left, bronze medalist Kristi Castlin, gold medalist Brianna Rollins and silver medalist Nia Ali jump for joy.
This week we saw the appointment of Steve Bannon as Trump’s Minister of Propaganda. Coincidentally, we also saw an interview by a 105-year old lady named Bromhilde Pomsel. Ms. Pomsel just happened to be Joseph Goebbels secretary. Among other things she said:
I just cling to the hope that the world doesn’t turn upside down again as it did then, though there have been some ghastly developments, haven’t there?
She describes Goebbels as “short but well-kept”, of a “gentlemanly countenance”, who wore “suits of the best cloth, and always had a light tan”.
She added he had well-groomed hands and probably had a manicure every day.
Nice suits, a tan, and again, with the hands. Remind you of anyone?
All the talking heads are just agog about Kellyanne Conway, the new doyenne of the clamoring Yam whisperers. Ms. Conway has the ability, just like Paramecium, to just bore ahead in the face of any obstacle or any question, on any subject and automatically shift into the Goebbelsesque drill of “Hillary evil, Bill eviler, and Democrats should be forever condemned to the green room of the Jerry Springer Show.”
So I thought I would share a few of Ms. Conway’s quotes.
As the new chanteuse of the Yam’s kinder, gentler torch song, the chattering class is just atwitter with excitement since there’s been almost twelve hours since last insulting a class of Americans. Hatemongering is difficult to dress up. There are so few things that go with it. In the next 81 days we will see if it is now an acceptable accessory to mainline political discourse.
Here’s a new Hillary ad pointing out the ambulatory Cheetos’ failure to comply with what every modern-day Presidential candidate has done.
Since it looks like we have a new media outlet ejaculating upon the fertile plains of America, here are some of the precursor headlines to NotbrightTrumpbart. The past is prologue.
I leave you with one last video. WARNING: Eye bleach recommended.
What’s on your mind?
Since last we gathered around the Widdershin campfire, we have seen “Reboot No. 2,562” of the clamoring Yam’s campaign. Last night was a great example. Screeching about “Democratic indifference to people of color,” der Drumpf spoke to a predominately white, cheese-loving audience in Wisconsin. It was virtually unanimous in this translucent audience; people of color should be Trump supporting Republicans. For people of color, it was obvious that Trump saw he was polling about 1% in the African-American community and decided that was too high.
Picking such a melanin deprived audience was in keeping with the record-breaking 18 delegates of color at the Republican National Convention. This same type of racial sensitivity was apparent the day before in the Circus Peanut’s terrorism policy. His policy, personally dubbed the, “Extreme, Extreme Vetting” policy or EEV, for short, might just as well be called, “Let’s hurt brown people bad, real bad, really, really bad” policy.
This “terrorism policy” must have been envisioned by someone who just got a Netflix subscription and saw Minority Report. Trump’s terrorism policy relies on something akin to the “Precrime Bureau”. It will probably be called the “Preterror Bureau” and be staffed by sideshow acquaintances of the Circus Peanut – most likely Antonio Sabato, Jr., Scott Baio, and least liked daughter, Tiffany. Finding functioning “precogs” will prove impossible since I’m not sure anyone within the Trump Organization and Petting Zoo are even competent “postcogs”.
Last week when the Manhattan Meerkat popped his head up and unveiled his tax plan, the pack of media jackals immediately laid down and began grooming their private parts since the speech was policy-based. It is so much easier to capture vote suppressing insults and revel in their witlessness than to discuss policy — “cuz, policy are hard.”
In any event, one of the Trump Loopholes contained in his tax policy can’t go unchallenged. It has to do with the inheritance tax or if you are wildly rich and a Republican, “the death tax.” Without any tax planning whatsoever, it only affects two families out of 1,000. With tax planning, you can pass One Billion Dollars without tax implication.
Let that sink in. A rich individual, with a little tax planning, can pass a billion dollars without any tax implication. So, the quarrel these rich Republicans have with the “death tax” is whether or not they will have to pay for tax planning. Mark another one up for constitutional conservatism and white privilege.
This past week has been chocked full of what I call the “yeah, but” syndrome. This is how it works. In their divinely granted laziness, the media must find equivalencies from which to prove they are “fair and balanced and unafraid.” To be criticized in any fashion might prove fatal to the thin-skinned journalistic class of leeches.
To find fictitious equivalencies by comparing the clamoring Yam and Hillary is like comparing directions for a potty seat and the Large Hadron Collider. There is no comparison beyond both being concepts occurring on the planet Earth.
One of the cable news techniques that is admittedly ingenious is this: On panels, have non-Hillary supporters or recent electroshock therapy patients serve as the Hillary advocates. This does two things. Provide jobs to the chronically unemployed and by their folly, give hope to the Trumpeters so they will tune in again.
The other technique is just as insidious. Here are a few examples:
- Trump’s campaign manager is under investigation for corruption in Ukraine by being paid in excess of $12 million by a despot, yeah, but there was one email out of 30,000 that contained this marking: (c), thereby proving all the government’s secrets were lost to the Chinese, Russians, and the Redditese even though Hillary didn’t send the email, but received it.
- Trump’s Terrorism Policy is another step toward white nationalism, yeah, but two emails, not even addressed to Hillary, one about a meeting that never happened, and a second about a kid wanting a job, proves that the State Department was a “pay to play” organization.
- Trump wants to deploy troops to protect and take oilfields in the Middle East as some type of colonial provincialism, yeah, but Hillary slipped on ice once and therefore, Hannity, Drudge, and Brietbart have been running non-stop death
And if nothing else will work, throw out that Trump wins the “honest and trustworthy” sweepstakes by a few points while never mentioning he loses each and every other Presidential characteristic being polled.
Sorry if this has read as a fulminating philippic. One more thing catching my attention this week that I must mention: What is it with Mike Pence and shoulders? I watched his Faux News interview last weekend and within the seven minutes or so, he mentioned shoulders at least five times. It was “shoulder to shoulder with Donald Trump,” or “the strong shoulders of Donald Trump,” or “shouldering the leadership” – five times with the shoulders. Here’s my best bet: Inside the boring and corn-fed Mike Pence lingers a cross-dressing Asian massage therapist.
Is that any worse than the equivalencies hatched by the media and soon to be Ailes inspired lies about Hillary?
What’s on your mind today?