“There’s nothing in the streets
Looks any different to me
And the slogans are replaced, by-the-bye
And the parting on the left
Is now parting on the right
And the beards have all grown longer overnight
I’ll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin at the change all around
Pick up my guitar and play
Just like yesterday
Then I’ll get on my knees and pray
We don’t get fooled again
Don’t get fooled again, no no
Meet the new boss
Same as the old boss”
— Pete Townshend, Won’t Get Fooled Again
There’s an old joke about an ant sleeping with an elephant. One night of passion, says the ant, and you spend the rest of your life digging a grave.
We were thinking about that amid the vortex of the most recent developments regarding Il Douche.
While only a fool would discount History’s ability to play the Trickster and the possibility that Trump escapes, we’re betting that with the decision to allow the emoluments lawsuit to proceed, it’s all pretty much over, except for the screaming. Which is not to say the bastard can’t cause a lot of damage before they drag him away but it is to say, we have almost certainly entered a terminal phase.
The emolument clause of the Constitution says essentially, the president can’t make money from businesses where he gets paid by foreigners. In other words, it’s a no bribes barrier designed to keep the office, if not the occupant, clean or at least subject to domestic sketchy behavior and not imports. Putting aside the issue of whether or not the entire, shaky creaky contraption is corrupt, what we’re focused on here is an update to our previous missive on just who would be stupid enough to vote for the malignant troll.*
Previously, we examined the issue of bigots, and assorted morons and fascist psychopathic morons, like Steve Bannon, but there’s another issue we’d like to revisit and parse further.
Namely, that when you take a look at the metastasizing tumor of lawsuits with their cottage industries of discovery and depositions, any reasonable person must ask: having taken a look at Trump Incorporated, who in their right mind would not have seen this coming?
Given the man’s obvious insanity, and the fact that no one rises through the ranks of New York real estate without either knowing where the bodies are buried, or knowing the mooks and mugs who know where the bodies are buried, and taking a look at the Trump clan, with its inbred, mongoloid, piss themselves Romanovesque children, with their sadistic, viper’s nest mentality, with its third rate Macbeth meets Oedipal perpetual trainwreck issues, one must ask – what the fuck were they thinking.
The lump and proletariat klansman, and neo-fascists can be excused on the grounds of being so stupid they don’t know they’re stupid. The mid-level goons like Stephen Miller can be excused on the grounds that in addition to being too stupid to know they’re stupid, they are also too crazy to know anything more than what appears as an idea when the marble in their head rolls to a different slot. Monday they want to lock up Hillary, and Wednesday it’s Muslims, and Friday they slither out from their crypt to announce, Trump is a god. And so on.
But then there are the bosses. The Mitch McConnell gang and the bosses of the GOP. And the lawyers. Especially the lawyers. And we emphasize the lawyers not because they represent some bulwark against crimes and depravity but precisely the opposite. As the brethren of all things ethically sketchy, they should have been the ones to scream the loudest that either Trump wins and becomes Trump the First, God-King and Caligula of the Empire, or he gets hauled away to a comfortable room at Saint Elizabeths.
One can assume that as McConnell morphed into the Quisling he always wanted to be, that for him Trump was a roll of the dice – the political equivalent of a torrid affair with a built-in expiration date. But during that year or so, Mitch must have believed that he’d have a shot at stacking the court, setting the shaky remains of The Great Society and The New Deal on fire, and dancing on the grave of the remains of the republic. One could posit that Mitch has that one idea – stack the court and take control of all the long term levers of power by being the godfather of the court; the power behind the thrown that sets the nation’s legal course for the next 40 years. But wiley, sadistic squirming, rat fucking moral hermaphroditic weasel that he is, surely in his coal black heart he must have known, that it would all come crashing down in flames, because Il Douche is a carnival of legal catastrophes and PR apocalypses.
In other words either Mitch is so depraved he can’t think straight, or he is such a colossal moron that his criminal stupidity, now a permanent fixture bolted to his reputation, also highlights the terminal vapidity of the democrats. Or perhaps it’s all of the above. We’re not sure. Though we are sure there is enough blame to go around and the republicans aren’t alone. This was a circular firing squad.
One could be generous and say of Pelosi and Schumer et al, that there was a rare confluence of events including the Russians, but while that should not be discounted there’s no getting round the fact that when Nancy said – we’re capitalists get used to it – she wasn’t just going down on Marie Antoinette to eat her baguette, she was displaying one of the great tin ears of political history.
It was the democratic version of being stupid enough to vote for Trump.
The result was then and is now, Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez. You want to know the meta reason for her winning against the democratic machine? It’s Nancy were capitalists get used to it Pelosi standing in the national commons and blowing Wall Street, while Chuck has anyone seen my spine Schumer applauded.
But they had help. Hillary is a a bit of a stiff though she has her charms and that’s no small thing and should not be discounted in any honest assessment of what went wrong. For Christ’s sake she won by nearly 3 million votes. And that’s with her sucking up to the Wall Street thugs. Yes, that includes losing in Wisconsin by just enough to lose everything else, but that just means you’ve walked out the front door of electoral politics and entered through the backdoor of Russians and social media. But that in turn means there was a chasm between the HRC brain trust and the dirty facts on the ground. The issue is not (only) that Putin is a goon, the issue is (also) that you don’t come to a gunfight with a knife. And that is also an indictment of Obama’s innate timidity and commitment to the cult of reasonableness which in politics, is the equivalent of believing your love, who is a wife-beating drug addict, is telling the truth when they say baby, I’ve changed. When Obama repeats that the moral arc of the universe may bend slowly but it bends towards justice, he is making it clear that he is both too afraid and too dull-witted to embrace the terrors of Modernity, and that his soul is locked into a 19th century faith in progress. That may win points at Harvard but the rest of us know better.
The ugly truth is that Obama left the party in a fundraising hole; a shambolic contraption with no bench and a growing schism between the Wall Street wing and the Progressives. But what does he care – he’s got a date with Richard Branson.
We still believe that Trump unlike Nixon, will not end by waving from the steps of Marine One. Nixon was a creature of the system. He may have been a slithering, morally gelatinous reptile, but he was one of them till the end. Trump may desperately want to be accepted by the swells of Manhattan, with all the rage his emaciated and irradiated New Money Queens soul can muster, but even if he were given what he wants – a place among the old money whores – he’d still vomit on their ball gowns and tuxedos and demand that they applaud and tell him, he’s the bigglyest vomiteer they’ve ever seen. Trapped in the hell of his childhood traumas, Trump is technically an adult but is in truth, a raging infant.
In the end the powers that be will get rid of him. Cue Jon Meacham* and Michael Beschloss. Then the cable echo chamber will go into overdrive with solem post mortems about how – said without irony – the system worked.*
They’ll cough up a few hairballs about how this is a lesson, and it was a stress test and yada yada yada, late night jokes from Colbert Incorporated and the Jimmys about the hangover and the fever breaking and so on.
But the truth is Trump is a puddle of blood, coughed up from infected organs in a system sweating its way through a political bout of hemorrhagic fever.
Everyone knew they couldn’t fuck an elephant.
Now then, here’s your shovel.
*For a previous look at Trump’s supporters:
*Meacham strikes us smart enough to know he’s swimming with sharks and smart enough to keep his mouth shut about it.
*After the coup* that got rid of Nixon, the hacks of the machine intonned with great solemnity, that his departure proved the system worked. That they said it with no sense of irony, ironically proving that the system did, indeed work.
*Pro-Nixon adherents have always insisted that their boss was taken down in a coup. For obvious reasons the anti-Nixon cadres insist that’s just revisionist propaganda used to undermine the legality of removing him and convince history, if not the public, that their chief was done dirty.
Needless to say the binary construction, which is the default setting of the establishment, fails to allow for how more than one thing, even a contradictory thing, can be true.
Nixon was taken down in a coup.
And, thank god he was.