Posted February 10, 2016on:
When you are selecting the leader of the free world, how do you explain Donald Trump and Bernie Sanders winning a primary? It’s like choosing between Bernie Madoff and Martin Shkreli, the pharma-bro, as your financial advisor. As Lady Lindsey said, it’s a choice between a gun or poison, either way you are dead. I’m not going to attempt an explanation since I have the self-awareness to know I’m neither a prophet nor a delusional, although I’m much closer to the latter than the former.
As I watched the drive-by punditry last night, my mind kept wandering back to this clip. I think it explains New Hampshire on both sides of the primary.
I love that scene. It sets to words the emotional need to strike out against some chimeric foe. In the scene, M’Lynn just wanted to hit someone until they felt as bad as she did. Last night, New Hampshire voters played the part of M’Lynn.
In preparing for what I felt sure was on its way, yesterday afternoon I started investigating just why New Hampshirites might be so angry. By traditional measures things look pretty good in the Granite State – unemployment is 3.1% — below what is traditionally considered full employment. It’s safe; it is 48th in violent crime. It’s well educated; 7th in the country in percentage of people over 25 with a bachelor’s degree. It’s affluent; 10th in the country in personal income and 6th in home ownership.
New Hampshiremen and Hampshirewomen seem to fear immigrants given what Trump supporters said. They seem to believe socialism will right the slights of Wall Street according to what Sanders’ supporters proclaim. Competency can’t compete with sloganeering. Dreaming is preferred to reality. Pie in the sky sells better than meat and potatoes governance.
After last Saturday night’s outbreak of Marcolepsy, all the talk on the Republican side seemed to revolve around the glitch in the Rubio matrix. Everyone seemed focused on his personal weaknesses as a candidate without taking a look at the programming of those around him.
When you look at the Republican field as a whole, it is remarkably similar to the musicians of the Titanic. As the ship sunk, they just continued playing their favorite tunes in the face of impending death. This gaggle of candidates, without so much as a hint of remorse, play the same old policy songs: repeal Obamacare, cut taxes, sink additional trillions in the strongest military the world has ever known, lament any form of diplomacy as appeasement, and advocate a foreign policy based upon the notion that the failure to acquiesce to the will of the U.S. equals betrayal meriting reprisal.
Trump is the maestro of the Titanic band – he calls the tune and sprinkles the playlist with xenophobic fear, disdain for establishment hierarchy, nativism, anti-intellectualism, and contempt for political correctness. This orange-hued Trump remix of the John Birch philosophy was music to the ears of a little more than a third of New Hampshire voters.
The greater the artist, the greater the doubt. Perfect confidence is granted to the less talented as a consolation prize.
Bernie Sanders has no doubts. In his own mind, he is holier, more righteous, purer, and more deserving. He’s the love child of Ralph Nader and Ross Perot genetically engineered into some kind of an economic agnostic. Bernie Sanders is where vanity meets insanity. His healthcare plan costs as much as the country takes in by way of personal income taxes — over a Trillion dollars a year. Then there’s free college at $95 Billion a year, untold trillions in Social Security increases, tens of billions more in veterans’ healthcare, and nothing but platitudes substituting as financing mechanisms.
No one, at least to my knowledge, has asked Bernie the simple question of “When?” When is this revolution going to happen? When will college be free? When will there by single payer healthcare? When, when, when? Like dreams fueled by mail order Viagra, Bernie’s erstwhile promises will flop if someone dares to put a timeline on his hallucinations. The reason: You can’t pencil in blue-sky fakery on a calendar.
A Bernie Sanders nomination is the equivalent of booking a stateroom on the aforementioned Titanic and requesting a view of the iceberg. We can take solace in the fact the music of the Republican band will remind us of our impending doom.
To paraphrase from the disembodied RubiOS cyborg glitch:
And let’s dispel once and for all with this fiction that “the Donald” and Bernie don’t know what they’re doing. They know exactly what they’re doing. Pandering without consequence is a talent and they are very talented.
Have a great Wednesday and I encourage you to take this conversation in any direction you might want to explore.
38 Responses to "NH WTF?"
Comments are closed.