Posts Tagged ‘Mar-a-Lago’
As sure as orange is the color of prison jumpsuits, these days monumental events fall prey to the 140-charactered immaculate misconceptions of POTUS (Putrefaction of the Umber Scrotum). As the King of Siam said, “So let it be written. So let it be done.” The Umber Scrotum took this to heart and added his dribbling drivel of, “I only regret that I have but 140 characters to tweet for my country.”
In the list of shortest reigns, at 84-days the “Persimmon Putintate” is fast approaching the record of Emperor Pertinax of Rome. Pertinax lasted 86-days before being beaten to death by the Praetorian Guards. His passing was fortuitous since shortly thereafter the Praetorians separated his head from his body, placed it upon a pike, and led a parade with it.
These tangerine-hued 84-days have not been without palace intrigue. Much to the chagrin of all ground beef-faced Americans, it appears Steve Bannon’s sell-by date has come and gone. Even his dead-eyed mini-me, Steve Miller, has broken pucker and in true remora fish symbiosis firmly attached himself to the Kingdom of Kushner.
Many progressives believe the devolution of Bannon into yogurt is positive. Color me unconvinced. Dolt 45, while not yet starting a war, is liable to leave devastation just as formidable in his wake.
Let’s review. If Jefferson Beauregard Sessions is beating the nativist tribal drums, while Scott Pruitt is figuring out how to incorporate asbestos and pesticides into our diets, with Budget Director Dick Mick Mulvaney proclaiming a goal of high inequality, and Gary Cohn running the economy as an asterisk to the Goldman Sachs balance sheet, the Dolt 45 administration is a conservative Cialis-palooza.
For instance, Granny Sessions, a man who was too racist to be confirmed as federal judge 30-years ago, has in the last few weeks:
Indicated a desire to roll back civil rights oversight of abusive police departments, stampeded over states’ objections to immigration enforcement raids at courthouses, dropped efforts to improve forensic science, directed federal prosecutors to dedicate a larger share of their resources to deporting immigrants, launched a new crackdown on high-tech guest worker visas, and indicated a desire to bring back old-school “war on drugs” policies, including a stepped-up federal crackdown on marijuana use.
Or let’s look at the influence of Goldman Sachs. Here’s the picture of the Mar-a-Lago ersatz Situation Room last weekend surrounding the Syrian deserted airfield cafeteria bombing.
In this picture, not counting the soldier at the door, there are fourteen people. Of those fourteen, eight have either worked for or borrowed money from Goldman Sachs.
These things alone will not add Dolt 45 to the Emperor Pertinax list. It will be the cold hard reality of numbers. Since I have trouble counting to 21 with my shoes on, here’s a picture.
Now for some perspective – in the United States there might be 12,200 lobbyists nationwide. We have a better idea of foreign agents since by law they must register. By a recent count, there were about 1,700 registered foreign agents.
So in a country of 320 Million souls, the odds of running into a free-range lobbyist are really slim, like 0.00004. The odds of running into a registered foreign agent on the hoof are even slimmer, 0.000005.
By their own admission, the OrangeCursed campaign had only about 40 key staffers and barely 100 advisers. The question becomes: How did the campaign have, not one, but two retroactively registered foreign agents? And how, out of 320 Million people, did eleven putrid peons with ties to Putin’s Russia find their way to Trump Tower just in time for this hootenanny?
In their conclusory paragraph on Russian collusion in the 2016 election, The Guardian says:
One source suggested the official investigation was making progress. “They now have specific concrete and corroborative evidence of collusion,” the source said. “This is between people in the Trump campaign and agents of [Russian] influence relating to the use of hacked material.”
So let it be written. So let it be done.
What’s on your mind today?
Country over Party
Six words, that’s it. If we’re lucky, by 2018 we won’t even need a noun or a verb to finish the thoughts.
Come for the chaos, stay for conflagration. This is the Dolt 45 fine-tuned machine.
Yesterday’s performance was a guided tour of Dolt 45’s brain. In 77 minutes, he demonstrated what I have so inadequately tried to explain. He is the San Andreas of emotional fragility. He’s not going to change. You saw what stress does. Behavior patterns become more pronounced.
Dolt 45 is not crazy. He’s a 70-year old man who has never worked an honest day’s work in his life who likes to watch television and tweet. He believes he’s infallible because he doesn’t know what the word means.
Setting up warring factions in the White House ensures he is the eye in a hurricane of chaos. It provides him the self-esteem he so desperately craves and the charade of power sustaining his veneer of legitimacy.
Let me try to explain. Think about the best, mind-blowing, earth-moving sex you ever had. That is what yesterday’s press conference was for the citrus pustule. As he said, “I’m having a good time doing it.”
Here’s what I know from studying leadership. Any organization centered on charismatic leadership (personality-centric) rests upon clay feet. It is like the Platte River – a mile wide and three inches deep. It evaporates in the least bit of heat.
Crises are not planned via e-invites. They are coming. Whether it is a natural disaster, a Horizon oil spill, an incident in the Strait of Hormuz, or a terrorist attack, the time is ticking down. It won’t just be a failure; it will be a Category 5, Frontline documentary fiasco. Failure is simply the non-presence of success, but a fiasco is where anarchy apportions anguish and adversity.
This weekend troubles me. It has been almost 84-years to the day since the Reichstag Fire. It was a planned provocative act of arson to set emotions ablaze. This weekend event in Florida has a certain suspicious air about it. Nothing would change the media’s attention faster than paid insurrectionists rioting at an event where Dolt 45 is whisked away by Secret Service. Just sayin’.
Currently among Republicans, SCROTUS (So Called Ruler of the U.S.) is at a more robust approval rating than either Bush or Reagan was at a comparable time. The symbiosis is complete. Congratulations Dr. Frankenstein, it’s a boy.
And this brings me to the Country over Party part of TRICOP. Never before has the reverse concept been so clear to me. I’m guilty of mindlessly accusing Republicans of prostituting themselves as Party over Country and Power over Country, but when a future drapery salesman from South Carolina is your party’s lone moral compass, the GOP ain’t exactly writing new chapters for Profiles in Courage.
Here’s the takeaway: The Republican Party will allow this orange stooge to do immeasurable harm to the country in order to eviscerate FDR’s New Deal and Johnson’s Great Society.
There is an ugly, angry, maniacal lust at work to deprive twenty million poor people of health insurance in order to allow the One-Percenters an obscene tax break. I lack the intellectual capacity to understand that. It isn’t just the repeal of the A.C.A. It is also a rollback of Medicaid that happens to be the primary financing mechanism for the country’s nursing home/end of life care.
The gobsmacking piece of all of this: To finance the lipstick for the piglet they are going to pass off as a “replacement,” they are proposing taxing some portion of employer furnished health insurance.
Here are a few highlights from the first 25 days:
For those poor, over-regulated, underappreciated oil companies, they will no longer have to report their payments to foreign governments. Anti-corruption is so déclassé.
If you are keeping score, this weekend we will be spending $1,240,000 a day to protect Trump Tower with no one home, another $3.0 Million for another Mar-a-Lago golf outing, and about $200,000 for Uday and Qusay Trump to open their Dubai golf course.
Finally, if you are a policy wonk like me, we can be alarmed that Dolt 45 swatted away 50-years of U.S. policy supporting a two-state Middle East solution as easily as he would a Citrus Whitefly. And if you were worried about that pesky dust-up over a “One China” policy, it seems to have ironed itself out quite coincidentally with the granting of Chinese Trump trademarks.
For those 70,000 under-educated white guys in the upper Midwest: Is America great enough yet?
What’s on your mind today? Spasibo. Never too early to learn some Russian.