Nearly a year has passed since the perplexing and near-inexplicable ascendance of Donald of Orange to the throne of this fair land. Most thoughtful and informed citizens hunger for an explanation for his election. Most attempts to explain include a stew-pot of ingredients ranging from Hillary’s emails to Comey’s pronouncements to – well, insert your own excuse.
The truth is likely far simpler – this tragedy is largely the result of voter apathy and ignorance, quite likely exacerbated by Russian interference, and quite possibly collusion from Camp Tramp. That is a bitter gruel to swallow, and it does not bode well for the future of our democracy. Meanwhile, we are left to deal with the rain (spelling intended) of Donald of Orange. Anyone clinging to the audacious hope that this will somehow end well needs to keep a couple of things in mind:
(1) Tramp was neither a successful businessman nor a practiced politician; he was, is and always will be a second-rate (at best) entertainer, whose appeal, like that of his buddy Howard Stern, has been largely to slow-witted, arrested-development males (whatever their age) and the equally slow-witted women who put up with the infantile behavior of such men. Locker room talk, my posterior; such talk is all too often accompanied by actions, as Tramp, Weinstein, O’Reilly, Ailes, et al, provide more than ample proof.
(2) Tramp ran for President expecting to lose, but hoping the attendant publicity – and in his tortured psyche there is no such thing as bad publicity – might be parlayed into another TV show, or at least a stint on Fox News (seems that came to pass).
To the amazement of everyone but Michael Moore and Vladimir Putin, Tramp won, largely because, (1) deplorables who deem Howard Stern and The Apprentice entertainment voted for one of their own, (2) imbeciles and political ignoramuses insisted on change for its own sake, (3) evangelicals threw decency and honesty overboard to save the unborn (meanwhile crucifying the born), and (4) partisan hacks voted for Satan because he had an “R” next to his name.
All that review is to point out that the lack of experience either in big business or politics, combined with no expectation of victory, left Tramp utterly unprepared to govern, a condition exacerbated by a lack of a competent organization behind him. Just look at the principals – Kushner, Ivanka, Don Jr, Lewandowski, Stone, Bannon, Steven Miller, Gorka, Kassewitz, Cohen, Flynn, Manafort, Clovis, et al. Sessions was the only experienced elected pol on Tramp’s team, which qualifies as damning with no praise.
None among that rogue’s gallery was fit to advise Tramp; but advise, they did. Their advice? Hire Papadopalous, Page, Price, Pruitt, and Perry; and having exhausted the “Ps”, puked-up Carson, DeVos, McMahon, et al.
And they didn’t just offer bad advice on hiring. Some or all advised firing Comey, Sally Yates, Preet Bharara and the rest of the US attorneys and replacing them with political hacks. Indeed, Tramp is now personally interviewing replacements in hopes of finding some that will place loyalty to him over loyalty to the country.
The same goes for experienced hands at the State Department and other government departments who hadn’t already resigned in disgust, despair and disbelief. Bannon’s goal of the Destruction of the Administrative State is well on its way to becoming fait accompli – or in this case fiat accompli.
Of course, advisers like Bannon are only partly to blame; even the best advisers can only advise a President. Ultimately, the buck stops with Trump, though he certainly won’t take responsibility for anything, let alone admit to error.
Throw all those ingredients into a pot already seasoned with racism, cynicism, terrorism, nationalism, vulture capitalism, and military adventurism and bring to a boil with heated and ignorant rhetoric from an ego-maniacal man-boy with the emotional maturity of a seven-year-old. That is, in sum, a recipe for disaster.
©2017 Tom Cordle