2/2/2018–♣ Racism comes about where power and bigotry meet. It follows that ethnic cleansing toes the same fine line. It’s precisely where power and bigotry meet that immigration reform takes on the role of ethnic cleansing. Like any political move, immigration reform assumes the particular character and sway of its progenitor after all.
Donald Trump is president of the United States. Hence he wields unparalleled influence. He’s proven himself a bigot. His bigotry tints his influence, all he purports and all he does. Sadly, most Americans take their cues and follow leads largely imbued with their president’s obvious bigotry and intolerance.
Trump’s a man who told the whole world that Mexican immigrants are composed mostly of rapists and drug dealers, allowing only some of the race consist of good people.
Trump’s a man who failed to denounce the head of a white nationalist group who led an obvious white supremacist rally near the White House and co-opted our chief executive’s casual stance toward racism, intolerance of minorities and aversion to certain immigrants in a speech he commenced with “Hail Trump,” oozing anti-Semitism, drooling racist sentiment and even soliciting “peaceful ethnic cleansing ” all met with loud cheers and a host of vehement Nazi salutes from his following.
Trump’s a man who saw another white supremacist rally, this time held in the city of Charlottesville, Virginia and precipitating the racist-fueled killing of a defenseless counter-protester when one supremacist plowed his car straight into her group, of whom nineteen others required hospitalization, still the president told Americans “there were good people on either side.”
Trump’s a man who once announced a particular judge could not preside impartially over a court case of his because the said judge proved to be of Mexican descent.
Trump’s a man who independently busted a move to ban all Muslims from entrance into the United States of America, a man who’s committed countless other obvious acts of racism and acquiesced to even more beyond his immediate orbit.
Trump’s an obvious arbiter of world-class proportions who, showing disgust at a bipartisan immigration reform meeting, labelled Haiti and fifty-four African nations sh__hole countries. Bigotry curses much of the rank and file, insidious racism the far fewer pulpits of power. Racism, acting from perches of power however, affords itself far more influence over populations. Trump apologists cropped up everywhere. Some republicans, rushing to Trump’s defense, claimed the president used the colloquialism sh__house not sh__hole, like to parse the former term is somehow less a racist slur, as if there are some nouns which bode well in league with the word sh__. Sheese, kripers, Gadzooks! Only in Donald Trump’s White House!
Trump’s power elevates his bigotry to racism. Likewise, his ultimate power as president of the United States catapults that racism to the highest attainable bar, to the absolute pinnacle of racism, Donald Trump himself to the nation’s premier racist. What could bode worse for fair governance of a free and diverse society?
Today’s immigration reform has been sparked by Donald Trump and hence mimes the dubious character and sway of Donald Trump. Since Trump’s a bigot and also invokes the nation’s highest power, his brand of immigration reform is beyond the pale. It’s blatant racism, effectively ethnic cleansing and a perversion of immigration reform. With bigoted Trump in the lead, the phrase immigration reform becomes nothing less than code for ethnic cleansing, a not rare but rather inevitable consequence of ultimate racism.
f♣ 9-18-2017∼Last night, fresh from a stint as the unrelenting, bowl-faced and demonstrable liar who dragged the American free press through the mire, Sean Spicer managed a cameo spot at the annual Emmy Awards. The ex-press secretary, with a not unflattering spoof of himself, there reprised his role as Vice Liar-in-Chief to Donald Trump.
A cute trick, even Spicer lapped it up, though many were not amused and found in bad taste the attempt to quickly normalize the disingenuous Trump stooge on the questionable if quite obliging platform of an acting awards program. The odd bit opened with a piquant send up of Sean Spicer’s first lie in office, ruse, cheap trick, flagrant effort to foist on the viewing public that conspicuously smaller crowd at Trump’s inauguration as the biggest inauguration turnout ever. Clearly Sean never caught wind of that quaint if pithily relevant little modern-day invention called the camera.
Many watching the Emmies have been scandalized to see a man lately chosen poster boy for national disgrace so casually celebrated, reduced to a mere political hack, his misdeeds diminished on national TV but I for one say, why not? Another shameless henchman shrunk to lies and deceit in the wake of blind ambition, just a cad who in a fit of ignorance once anointed Nazi concentration camps holocaust centers, Sean Spicer, much like George Goebbels, stayed true to the cause and in the mold of Adolf Eichmann he “vass only follovink orderss.”
g♣ 7-2-17 ∼ Monday morning Trump advisor Kelly Anne Conway said the media wastes time on the president’s tweets, time that might be better spent covering “finer policy points.” On Fox & Friends Conway claimed to have tested some one hundred sixty three tweets by Donald Trump back in June. She further said “Three-quarters of them, at least, had to do with policy, bilateral meetings, legislation.” Like much Conway espouses though, her gripe and so-called tweet test were carefully spun and served only to cloud the issue.
Ultimately, she’s wrong to rate superfluous any media response to Trump’s largely outlandish tweets. Constant coverage of Donald Trump’s tweets is all-important since the encapsulations, often improvisational rants and riffs, engender Trump’s bizarre behavior and personality. They’re an intricate map of his personal knowledge, values and priorities, his loyalties and proclivities, his strengths and limitations, his political prowess and so-called tactical maneuvering, even the drastic bleed of his credibility worldwide.
They’re a blueprint of his state of mind, emotions and character, a mosaic of his psychological makeup, his neurological state, sensibility and temperament. The streaming, near-compulsive tweets of our newly elected leader, their iterative inaccuracy, rancor and vulgarity, their ongoing pettiness, cruelty and intolerance can only play a major role in any assimilation of Trump. They’re a source of news vital to public perception and appraisal of our brand new commander-in-chief, news key to public assessment of the people in orbit around him.
Is reportage of Trump’s tweets a waste of time? If there’s waste it’s Trump’s alone. The disturbingly frequent, shameful, petty, puerile, crude, vicious, demeaning, toxic, slanderous, disproportionate, inaccurate, inappropriate, destructive, disruptive, counter-productive, self-revealing, self-discrediting, self-indicting, self-sabotaging and generally destabilizing nature of the world leader’s Twitter log begs for consumate scrutiny from the press, the Fourth Estate, main advocate for the public which brings to light skewed, corrupt, dangerous and incompetent leadership. The Trump tweets have proven indispensable to White House reporting as we’ve lapsed into the Donald Trump era.
Sundry as the tweets are, many shame the president, shame the office of the president and the United States at large. This they do at home and all across the globe. They’re prone to underscore Trump’s bad judgement, preening vanity, impropriety and misplaced priorities. Many tend to lay bare Donald Trump’s crudity, injustice, dishonesty and mean-spiritedness, traits beneath the great dignity and decorum of the presidency. Many more are simply indecent.
Frequently the tweets engender id-driven lashings out, gut responses, knee jerk reactions to perceived slights, makeshift diversions, thin, last-minute smoke screens, distractions from negative attention well-earned. They’re often made without self-control or circumspection like the tantrums of a child, not the measured declarations of an adult, much less of a president.
The same tweets now comprise bona fide records. They’re official files, megabytes, maybe even gigabytes of damning information in a presidential archive which ought to bode shameful for Trump and yet weirdly, suspiciously, conspicuously, Trump doesn’t get it. He carries on tweeting in his crude and reckless way, in the same crass, vicious and slanderous tradition.
How can Trump fail to understand common decency? It’s this and other very pressing questions about our leader which a vigilant and systematic study of his mounting tweets will surely help answer one day if not tantamount to criminal prosecution, mental or medical diagnosis, then maybe as a smoking gun, damning evidence, probable cause, reason enough for inquiry into the man’s professional dealings, his mindset, his capacities, his acumen for sane, legal, fair and effective governance on a national scale.
Maybe, as many suspect, Trump’s a sick man. Maybe not. Maybe the man’s colluded with Russia. Maybe not. Maybe Trump’s corrupt. Maybe he’ s just incompetent. Maybe our new head-of-state can govern effectively. Maybe not.
Whatever the case, all these grave concerns remain in play and there are those who feel, as I do, that a leader’s moral fiber, his voracity, his grace, his nobility, his reverence for democracy and all the American people, his love for both objective and universal truth, his grasp of mainstream media’s constant search for the best obtainable truth, remain fundamental to good and viable leadership.
There are those who hold, as I do, what turpitude flows from Donald Trump and finally leaches into a lot of the president’s tweets ought to disqualify the head of state from any public office. These Twitter bytes, many seeds of decadence, whisper volumes and alone inform the utmost importance in the news today of Donald Trump’s many indecent tweets.
Donald Trump is president-elect of the United States of America. A temperamental man with obvious narcissistic tendencies and irrepressible egocentric urges, he has no visible moral code, no discernable standard of ethics, no apparent principles in his little bag of tricks. He has nothing even vaguely like a political philosophy. Indeed he shows little character, little grace, little compassion, little restraint, little grasp of the seat to which he accedes.
Donald Trump’s a wild card. He’s totally unpredictable, as prone to evil as good, as liable to harm as help, as likely to do damage as to make reparation. It’s been said Trump’s a bull who packs his own china shop given his uncanny knack for self-sabotage. He’s his own worst enemy. I worry, is he ours?
On that score, it seems about fifty percent of the US voting public yesterday threw all caution to the wind, abandoned principle, thwarted precious American values and frightfully, impetuously, undermined the dignity and integrity of our nation, a dignity and integrity which, not unlike freedom put wrong, we’ll be hard-pressed to ever put right again. Votes for Trump only served to undermine the dignity and integrity of the United States of America, now beleaguered, erstwhile magnificent, luminous, awe-inspiring beacon of liberty and justice and for what, another empty vow of sweeping political change?
Donald Trump has shown the world exactly who he is in his actions of the past year-and-a-half. The American working middle class has nonetheless brought to highest office a demonstrably brash man of languishing integrity, a low-life, a cheap cad of excruciatingly weak moral fiber.
They’ve compromised the White House with a boldfaced slanderer, philanderer, a panderer to racists and bigots, to misogynists and xenophobes, the shameless author of provable lies, tall tales and mud-slinging rhetoric.
They’ve designated undisputed leader of the free world a great preening narcissist, a raging western chauvinist, an inveterate snob, bloating braggart, arch authoritarian, dogma-drooling demagogue, divisive rabble-rouser, a devout fear-monger, hater elite, that cruel, contemptuous advocate for the deeply personal, supra-professional savaging of friend, enemy, rival and detractor alike, fierce predator, great white breast-thumping hunter of the vulnerable, ever ubiquitous doe-eyed scapegoat.
Tell me: Where is honor? Where is reason? Where is insight? Where is simple, honest, everyday common sense? What on earth has happened to our bygone reverence for righteousness and truth in this country, our long-gone respect for the noble and dignified? What’s become of our erstwhile heart, our traditional good will, our once quite natural inclination toward the welcome of strangers, that good old-fashioned yankee hospitality that worked so hard once to forge America’s legend? Is it possible that it perished in the early twentieth century neath the tonnage of pre-conceived notions, rife suspicions and rabid resentments of the great immigration. Where’s national pride, whence the great collective consciousness and sharper understanding of the things America stands for?
Is it possible I’m dreaming and we’ve always been a cold, course, self-serving culture, never warm, never caring, never giving, never refined, never virtuous, never gracious, never noble or a bit idealistic. I only know I can’t shake the nauseating sense that having put Trump in office, some half of US voters might well have made a deal with the devil and I hope that if they have, of course, there won’t be hell to pay.
I can’t quell vomit-provoking vibes that some fifty percent of the US voting public have relinquished all commitment to the sacred, founding, time-honored principles of democracy, human rights, social justice and freedom, the inviolable formula for a glue that’s bound Americans together over two glorious centuries, this in trade for some hollow pledge of less elitist government from a disingenuous man as elitist as they come.
No, I can’t help feeling this obscure cross-section of the country has sacrificed our great American heritage to an echo of cacophony arising from an empty little shell strewn idle on the beach. Such compromise comes at a staggering cost.
It’s disconcerting too that in the shadow of the vitriolic Trump campaign, a travesty that pranced and courted the worst in human instinct, those many votes for Trump belied votes in favor of racism, bigotry, misogyny, xenophobia and wholesale cruelty. Those many votes for Trump concealed votes in favor of enmity, bullying, incivility and violence which today imbue hate crimes, sexual assault on women, fits of grave instability and random chaos, grievous wrong which seldom blooms under viable leadership .
Minority groups nationwide awoke with dread today to harsh rekindlings of ire, resentment, condescension and bias, uncertainty and hostility, trepidation and much renewed loathing of fresh negative scrutiny, injustice and attack both verbal and physical in the land where all are guaranteed welcome and safety, acceptance and peace of mind, where all are underwritten life, liberty, happiness and equality, a land in which minorities were well upon the road to grasping miniscule fragments of this yet elusive covenant when Donald Trump so rudely interrupted. Does Donald Trump grasp any of this?
What a sad pass this is. What a fall from grace to play upon the world stage, an untoward testament to our imminent decline, sorry tribute to the breakdown of a noble civilization, grim accounting which alone those yet high-minded of the American voting public can acknowledge and appreciate.
What’s done is done. We have a new president. We can only move to bond behind our newly elected leader and with all due diligence as a free, just and pluralistic culture simply back him when he’s right, just buck him when he’s wrong and where necessary hold the man accountable in the fond hope that some small vestige of fine American values may survive the next four to eight years. Meanwhile, fasten your seatbelts kids. We’re in for a bumpy ride.
♣ Spoiled sports? Sore losers? Crybabies? These are the kinds of cheap shots Trump supporters are taking lately at American voters who rue the election of Donald J. Trump, hordes of voters filling city streets nationwide and giving voice to their grave concern, dissent and solidarity.
Regular flack ranges in order of magnitude from shallow and inaccurate to false and misleading while every blast is lame, imprecise and misdirected of course. It’s the aim of Trump supporters, after all, to peg as mostly hypersensitive, unruly, ungracious and infantile the victims of Donald Trump and their dissent against his outright abuse, victims pegged by Trump before the world as indefensibly different, suspect, ominous, vile, inferior, undesirable, in effect somewhat less than human.
Trump’s abuse, harsh, constant, un-American, sets the kind of sad and dangerous precedent which begs public rebuke and renunciation from a free and diverse society. Whenever rebuke and renunciation do emerge, much in the name of honor, ethics, freedom and social justice, however, large groups of Trump-supporting name-callers emerge as well to belittle it.
There are many reasons name-callers cast their cheap aspersions on recipients of Donald Trump’s abuse. Of course they’re desperate to obscure beneath a vast barrage of false accusations those who call maltreatment what it is. Of the much shallower Trump-supporting name-callers, many view anti-Trump sentiment as tonic for the crestfallen, pap for those defeated when in fact it’s utter lifeblood for untold numbers of Americans who’ve sustained a heavy blow from this president.
Primarily, though, Trumpite name-callers hope to make small an issue undeniably huge. They hope to make miniscule the elephant in the parlor, to dismiss as insignificant and petty the preponderance of Donald Trump victims and their outraged advocates amassed on US streets yelling foul.
They stage their cheap derisions little guessing those who seek to label others only act out the hallmark of dysfunction and eventually they do what all dysfunctionals do. They blame the victim, in this case projecting on Donald Trump’s victims and their backers all blame for that abuse which in fact Trump himself has heaped on them.
By this devise name-callers can mitigate blame in the real culprit, collectively Donald Trump and the name-callers themselves, unaware of how transparent and rife with dysfunction their flimsy theatrics look to the more astute.
What gall not to take their abuse and like it, these too-dismissive name-callers seem to fault victims–like dissing minority groups as Trump has done is democratic while democratic activism against it is not.
Trump voters swear their candidate won democratically. They inform us that in this way democracy has been served and therefore Clintonite dissenters ought to shut up and deal with it.
Dissenting Clinton voters make a finer distinction however. Since an unjust man won by democratic vote, they say, democracy has been served and yet justice has not. They make a good point. At that, they make the whole point.
Anti-Trump sentiment in the American streets has nothing to do with winning and losing per say but rather with what manner of man has won and what that manner of man’s having won will mean for countless Americans targeted by Trump throughout the unrivaled travesty which marked his presidential campaign, what it will mean for all Americans as a treacherous blow to democracy, freedom and social justice.
It’s about social justice and Trump is front and center in the brouhaha, Trump who was really elected democratically in the technical sense but only after he stomped on social justice with the alacrity of a small boy breezing through a penny candy store with a shiny silver dollar clasped hotly in his hand.
Now he says the only thing that matters is that he won. How can Trump be so out of touch with the people, so oblivious to the irony of a win at their expense, so bereft of personal principles as to proudly place winning above fair play and social responsibility?
Is Donald Trump a man without discernment or a man without honor? To be sure he’s a man of rather questionable integrity with a long-languishing sense of human respect, no small considerations for the up and coming leader of perhaps the world’s freest, most pluralistic society.
This dirth of human respect shows a gross lack of principles. Where principles prove few and inconsistant the core values and priorities of a government and the society under its jurisdiction soon grow dangerously skewed. A cavalier stance grips the nation over time. In awhile patterns of living become erratic and soon Intolerance, incivility and violence rise and flourish.
In the absence of principles there can be no truth, no order, neither anchor nor sound frame of reference for the norms, mores, values and priorities of a people, no dependable criteria for human interaction nor reliable paradigm for human behavior.
The powerful seize control and do whatever serves themselves while the weak regress into self-absorption and mayhem. Time will tell us more on how this cavalier posture plays out in Trump’s imminent first term as chief executive.
It beggars belief that after such brash and stunningly un-American antics by a would-be statesman, such inconceivably raw, rabid, racial, ethnic, religious and sexual slurs as Donald Trump slung in his scourge of a presidential bid, there still exist Trump supporters who take his hapless victims and their natural, dutiful, infinitely democratic protestations lightly, who trivialize their sense of denigration and betrayal then mock their plight in general with Trumped-up charges of “spoiled sport,” “sore loser” and “crybaby,” charges little children might bring against other little children who are losing ungraciously at hopscotch.
How, after the brutal, more than year long, bigotry-charged and very public tongue lashing Americans underwent from Trump, could hecklers even dream any pigeonholed person, any demonized minority is anything but legitimately concerned for their welfare these days?
Are they blind or do they grasp indeed the flagrant stigmatization of a few with all of its deep, profoundly darksome implications, grasp its toll and opt anyway to lie, spin, distort, propagandize and diminish their fellow Americans for a vague political notion, some prescribed, heady, nationalistic whim, some distorted, self-aggrandizing myth about their own unerring superiority?
Do they understand it’s not social diversity alone but American honor, freedom, human rights and social justice, core American values and principles, the integrity of the Constitution itself that are currently under siege by Donald Trump and the extreme right elements he panders to?
Trump likely slandered those he did just to foment stronger passion and support for his political platform. He was that resolved to win at any cost.
It’s disturbing, however, to think that after all was said and done, Trump may never have taken the process, taken its negative implications or its many wretched victims very seriously, to think that in the final analysis all were mere conveniences for the candidate whose campaign was just a giant manipulation anyway.
Monumental damage has been done these many victims and America at large in the process. Some of it might be years undoing, some beyond repair.
Whether bigoted in itself or collaborative with bigotry, this dark dynamic stands as part of a tacit subjugation process spawned by Donald Trump and now furthered by an effete corps of denigrating Trumpite name-callers.
Victims of this tacit subjugation woke November 8th to find themselves frazzled and confused, dismayed about their places in this erstwhile Promised Land so many helped to build.
They’re tentative now, indignant, apprehensive about their freedom, safety, security and prospective treatment, as many not directly stung by the process are prone to be apprehensive about the freedom, safety, security and prospective treatment of loved ones, friends, neighbors and simple fellow Americans.
They’re concerned about the future. They’re fretful about the uncharted path our country’s chosen in making Trump its forty fifth president.
Those hit squarely by the Trump dehumanization tack, its stark implications and many gritty realities in the form of violent hate crimes and racist acts, some in fact credited right to Donald Trump himself, comprise anything but disgruntled fans left supping on sour grapes.
These are the disinherited, forced to feed on poison berries, many faced with possible life-threatening situations. All feel the long-sought, hard-gotten quality of their lives reduced dramatically with the advent of Trump given the swath this man has recarved for social injustice, incivility and racial strife, a swath shaven clean beneath the double-edged scythe of bigoted rhetoric and supplication to bigots everywhere.
Hillary Clinton voters, sore losers? Well, losers, yes. Democratic minorities lost big. They lost more than just an election this time. Sore? Yeah, like anyone finally making strides and beaten down for the umpteenth time feels pretty damned sore right now, like anyone seeing the faint glimmer of unity or feeling the vague bristle of pride and suddenly faced with railing and rampant Trumpism, confronted with fresh divisiveness and dehumanization feels pretty sore right now.
Spoiled sports? Okay, sports maybe. The spoiled are accustomed to winning however. Few constant winners here I’m afraid.
Crybabies? How so? Infants don’t struggle, don’t overcome. Fledglings don’t weep for lost ground. Only the cognizant, the caring, the compassionate, the consummately mature shed a tear for lost freedom, flagging justice and inhumanity which torment the soul, shame the race, shame through empathy both victor and victim indiscriminately.
The stigmatization of those in dread of Donald Trump as none but querulous spoiled sports, sore losers and crybabies, piqued fans grieving over the loss of a sporting event is short-sighted to the point of absurdity. It’s cruel to the point of atrocity.
It trivializes vital issues and those effected by them. It doesn’t nearly characterize the many feeling justifiably threatened by a newly elected leader who has daily both directed and drawn fierce hostility toward them, fierce hostility toward their groups and toward their counterparts nationwide.
Instead of pondering just how bias came to roost with such impunity, acquiescence and instigation from top leaders here in this, of all places, the good ole USA, many Trump voters have closed their minds and reduced themselves to name-calling, minimizing a critical situation, some blind to the finer details of that situation, others hip to them all but too insensitive or biased themselves to address them.
On the one hand, demeaning epithets bantied about in this puerile bit of name-calling gravitate toward sanctimonious dreck.
They’re drivel spewed about anti-Trump activists by a narrow, petty, vapid, heartless, largely dismissive clique of Trumpite drones loath to learn or understand what’s really at stake in the recent election for minority groups and others embroiled in passionate protest across the United States.
On the other hand, the designations made include tags affixed to activists by sharply astute, equally narrow, unfeeling but especially coy, politically driven spin-doctors, cold, practiced liars obscuring the truth by distorting the truth and finally assaulting the most basic if intricate truth running so much deeper than wounded pride or scorched ego chasing plain competitive loss, truth that lies at the heart of minority cultures, supports their safety and serenity, downright proves their rightful places in society, truth that forms the core of sacred American principles, values, rule of law, truth that embodies the very soul of our democracy.
While truth presents the one and only, steadfast, universal currency for human interaction, this diehard band of philosophical twerps continue to souse themselves in informational counterfeiting, communicational sobotage that conflates truth and impedes the advancement of all mankind. Still, incredibly, they find it a source of personal aggrandizement and pride.
In one of US history’s rarest instances, a presidential candidate acted publicly in a manner unbefitting a US president. He presumed to court brazenly and unencumbered the primal forces of racism, white supremacy and anti-Semitism. Then, winning as much because of it as in spite of the dalliance, Donald Trump acceded to the nation’s highest office.
Trump’s ostensible lies, vicious attacks on American citizens, shameless appeal to alt-rightists, bigots, misogynists and xenophobes were firmly endorsed by more than half the voting population. What were Trump voters thinking anyway? How could they not have gleaned that such a man was bad for America?
Donald Trump’s endorsement then doubled back to embolden, even mobilize the same hate factions against their traditional target groups with heightened enthusiasm, new justification and a sense of tacit, unbound executive permission, this crushing minority citizenship’s long-sought, hard-forged shield against aggression and rendering these target groups, blacks, Hispanics, Muslims, women, gays and many others much weakened, more vulnerable than before, reducing them once again to the level of social pariahs, essentially bulldozing them physically, psychologically, emotionally and spiritually into degrading US policy-imposed exile in the confines of their own reputedly indivisible country, exile degrading as much for the country as the victims themselves.
Does this warped dynamic not run contradictory to human rights provisions? Does it not dishonor America, all Americans and the American presidency? Do we not value honor in America any more?
With election of someone who calculatingly romanced the bigoted underbelly of this nevertheless great country, a man who held minority groups up incessantly to rancor and public ridicule, millions across America feel aghast, disenfranchised, vulnerable, at serious risk, filled with understandable dread, doubt, disbelief, fear for their well-being, some for their very lives, those of loved ones, friends and fellow Americans.
Indeed, since Donald Trump’s election once inhibited racist acts and hate crimes have risen markedly, some in the name of Trump himself whom haters say inspired them.
So it is that many thousands in cities nationwide have spontaneously, without guide of leadership or organization, commandeered the city streets charged with fear, anxiety, incredulity and desperate hope as if adrift in some dystopian nightmare, fallen prey to some apocalyptic vision come to pass which, to pique their dread, some fifty percent of voters either cannot or will not concede much less comprehend, though certain of them see clearly, understand and celebrate anyway.
Spoiled sports? Sore losers? Crybabies? Americans under siege by their own is more like it.
•Intelligence doesn’t presuppose knowledge or character. Devoid of crucial knowledge IQ, however high, remains a dubious measure of virtual ignorance. For that matter, without character high IQ is fundamentally dangerous.
•Having a brain is not quite the same as having a mind. Indeed, the one is potential energy, unsolicited, unearned, the other kenetic, involving of work, discipline, cultivation. Donald Trump may well possess a brain but there’s scant proof he’s developed a mind.
♣ If it’s true what Trump boasts of his IQ and at 156 it’s the highest of any president in history, then it’s also true that his is the most under-served of all. Any earnest, caring, responsible person of even average intelligence tries to learn at least something of politics, history and the human condition in hopes of being prepared for the weightiest office in the land.
♣ The Nominee is the party and the party the nominee. It can be no other way in a democracy. Donald Trump showed his colors early on. Nevertheless, staunch republicans failed to oust their candidate while they had the chance. It’s clear they wanted a winner first and foremost. They wanted a winner so badly in fact that they backed a man who in retrospect many consider a boar and a bigot, a loose canon, a renegade, a disruptive intruder at odds with their party’s designated values. Deeply into the circus tour that comprised the Trump campaign, signs that Donald Trump was a man of poor character seemed of little concern to the GOP. From Jump Street the authoritarian ring master flaunted brash contempt on the sleeve of his coat like a neon swasticka armband with scarce a murmur of righteous indignation from Republicans.
Trump mocks a handicapped journalist.
Now it’s official. Donald Trump is the GOP nominee. Too late. The people have spoken. Indeed the Republican party has spoken. Suddenly staunch Republicans want to distance themselves from Trump, a difficult task as now they drink from the same tainted well as he. Even now, genie hovering sprightly over his bottle, it’s not so much Donald Trump’s poor character that’s in question as his misalignment with standard Republican values. Wow, what a sad and sobering testament to those values. Despite his brazen slander, racist rhetoric and maledictory speech, his blatant lies, childish antics, organizational nonconformity and of course the waking cries from all his outraged detractors, Trump continues to run a pretty close race. Whatever the end, republicans can’t win for the losing. For the GOP, win is lose and lose win. Whatever the end, the end is nigh for the GOP, this owing as much to lost integrity in the ranks as to the anarchistic turns of their perfidious rogue agent Donald Trump. The nominee is the party and the party the nominee. It can be no other way in a democracy.
Yes, Republicans drink from the same tainted well today. To the unprincipled, truth, right and precedent are elusive ideas which inspire little conviction. For those who lack conviction all of life is serious quandary. Those Republicans in a quandary over Trump are simply lost as to whether to serve the party or serve their errant candidate. They’re lost as to whether to serve victory or serve the public good? Of course, the standard way to freshen a well is to disinfect the water. As long as contaminate Trump continues to dip his ladel into the party well, cleansing the dirty font remains moot however. A pure well from which all Republicans might drink these days cannot endure for one integral reason, due to one salient fact, according to one ineluctable truth. The nominee is the party and the party the nominee. It can be no other way in a democracy.
Those chosen to moderate the Republican primary debates allotted Donald Trump too much space to misbehave, space that soon unleashed a bully and his tactics, crucial stomping ground that clinched the nomination for Trump in the end. In addition, many staunch Republicans waited too long to grow a conscience. Many another party hack never did. More, many staunch Republicans waited too long for Trump to get in line. Sadly, Trump never did. Tough luck. Snooze, ya loose, morally and materially. Staunch Republicans knew from the start exactly who Trump was. As soon as they chose to hold out, they sold out. Now it’s a lock, a done deal: No deposit, no return. The nominee is the party and the party the nominee. It can be no other way in a democracy.