Saw this on Twitter earlier today, perusing the #WednesdayWisdom hashtag. While I don't disagree with "The Trump Crew" with the sentiment of the picture (click image to go to original tweet), I have to enjoy the irony of people supporting a man who bravely fought through ailments and injuries severe enough to keep him from service but fit enough to play collegiate sports, and whose only personal comparison to the horrors of war was not getting herpes in the 80s. Maybe this is a crucial step of explaining what bravery looks like to our President, cause much like everything else since he took office, the reality is I doubt he freaking knows.
I counted myself among those relatively few people that did not freak out upon the election of Donald Trump as President. I fought the urges every morning to think for a half a second I was in a bad episode of a bad sitcom, waking up in a country with a President Trump. I was perfectly willing to give him the first 100 days, just like I have given every President in my adult life. I let the Trump social media circus, the political equivalent to Juggalos, hoot and holler. I was going to be an adult, and wait to start criticizing when he started inevitably fucking things up. We all then saw how long it took for him to start fucking things up.
So, I made criticisms. There were fair criticisms, some less fair, some lightly profane, some that I would have said tiptoed so precariously close to the edge as to actually make me worry (had our President not seen the line, then dragged his balls over it while spouting conspiracy theories and various insults during the campaign), only to be reminded of the extremely tenuous relationship between Trump, his supporters, and facts and reality.
But that is not to say Trump has been a complete and total disaster. I mean, 99% is still pretty much complete and total disaster-range, but there is still that 1% that can actually be worked with.
The current frontrunner for best example is Trump’s edict that for every new regulation a federal agency proposes, they have to identify “at least two existing regulations to be repealed.” While still a little vague, at face value it is exactly what he says it is- the elimination of more regulations than we create. As one of many who has watched one Trump campaign promise after another crumple and die, screaming in the daylight, there is the apprehension of execution versus a three day tweetstorm explaining whoever else’s fault it was. As one of many who actually want that smaller government we keep talking out, this is a thin ray of sunlight breaking through the rubble.
Unfortunately, however, for every Trump supporter that has no connection with facts or reality, there seems to be one on the left of the spectrum that will equally disconnect from facts or reality as needed based on the mere notion that President Lying Orange Snack Food proposed it.
The facts and reality are simple. It is the extreme and onerous amounts of regulations that do more to strangle the business environment in the United States than the corporate tax rate, or banks not lending, or anything else. It is the added cost to businesses, particularly in manufacturing, that stifle investment, expansion, and hiring.
It is the smaller businesses that bear the brunt of the cost of dealing with regulations, and the fines that can accompany noncompliance. Those costs are what prevents hiring employees and expanding operations, if the business can even get off the ground to begin with. Think I’m kidding? Google up John Stossel on starting a lemonade stand in New York City, and get back with me.
There will be those who will breathlessly argue that a push for deregulation is tantamount to corporate welfare, that the Trump administration is doing nothing more than handing America over to big business. It may be a righteous contention, but it’s a contention that ignores that a good portion of that America will be handed back to small businesses, who have a bigger hand in this country that those automatically against big businesses or smaller government are willing to admit when the numbers aren’t in their favor.
Of course it would be Texas. Who the hell else would it have been? In response to a foster care crisis in the state, including a 2015 federal judge’s ruling that the state’s foster system violated the constitutional rights of the children involved, the Texas legislature has really knuckled down. Gov. Greg Abbott made repairing the system a priority, and the legislature has increased funding while it examines ways to fix the problems.
After being delayed due to other matters, a proposed bill is to make its way through the Texas House this week that will attempt to solve violations to the constitutional rights of children by simply violating the rights of everyone else. You know, to make it fair. Under the proposed bill, parents looking to adopt a child could be rejected by a private or state-funded agency that has a religious objection to the couple being Jewish, Muslim, gay, single, or interfaith.
What is it, I wonder, that enters the heads of legislators, whether local, state, or federal, that greenlights every single idea that enters their heads. Should we as a people worry more about these kind of creeping discrimination bills being manufactured on a more regular basis, or the fact a majority of the populace now seems either so inattentive or apathetic that it simply does not matter that the majority of the legislators being elected have no working knowledge of the Constitutions they swear to uphold upon election?
There should not be anyone who does not see this bill for what it is- an obvious violation of equal protection under the law. There should not be anyone who does not object to allowing any entity accepting state or federal money to make any kind of a decision based on a religious stance. There should not be anyone who does not object to any government entity mandating and providing funding for discrimination. And there should damn well not be anyone who does not object to granting an organization the right to impose their faith or belief systems upon the children in their charge.
Yes, you read that last sentence correctly. Under the bill, foster children could very well be required to comply with any faith-based requirements.
Rep. James Frank (R-Wichita Falls), the bill’s author, defends it by insisting the bill is designed to address the state’s foster care crisis by making “reasonable accommodations so everyone can participate in the system,” somewhat disingenuously adding “Everyone is welcome. But you don’t have to think alike to participate.”
You do not have to think alike to participate, but it sure as hell helps, in other words.
In his bill’s defense, Rep. Frank contends that there will be other adoption providers without religious objections made available to those parents who are turned away due to a religious objection. Yes, thank God indeed for the exception to the exception created by a bill to create an artificial sense of freedom.
There may be a constitutional crisis in the Texas foster care system, but creating another constitutional crisis to try and hammer a square agreement into a round hole seems to sum up the political process we have all gotten used to dealing with over the past few decades: address a problem with standard politics, and you’ll wind up with more government and less solution (if any) to the problem at hand.
It is always such a striking moment in time, catching the look on the Emperor’s face when he finally figures out the big deal about his new wardrobe. With the Hindenburg-style crash and burn of President Trump’s healthcare plan on Friday, we got to see the Emperor, in the middle of town square, buck naked and realizing why it’s been so damn chilly the last few weeks.
The guy who ran on the premise of doing whatever the hell he wanted to looked like a teenager getting the car keys taken away when he discovered what everyone with even a spit and whistle of common damn sense had been saying from election night to the inauguration- this is not a do whatever the hell you want job.
Then again, why wouldn’t he have walked into the White House like a bull in a china shop? He ran on the premise of doing whatever the hell he wanted, because he did exactly whatever the hell he wanted to on the campaign trail, and there was outrage with no substance behind it. Whether that’s the fault of the mainstream media, fake news, real news, Russia, Wikileaks, the uneducated voters, the Republican Party, or even The Legion of Doom is debatable, but the bottom line remains the same. The china shop invited the bull in. Don’t look confused at the end of the day, when you are sweeping up the broken stuff and wondering what happened. You invited a bull into a china shop, and it’s too late to break out the bubble wrap.
But the bull found the floor a bit slick coming into Friday. With a bill that was already gasping and wheezing, it was just a matter of time before someone got it over with and stuck the fork in it. So then, there was Trump, suddenly out in the cold and exposed. His son-in-law was so keen on the process he grabbed the skis and bolted for Colorado, and Trump’s policy expertise was overhyped but knocked out early when he was wheeling and dealing the bill around Congress.
And now, coming into Monday, President Trump has three possible pages in his playbook he can turn to. The safe bet is he blames the Democrats for the bill’s failure, he can run a trick play and fool us by ceding some power to the anti-establishment wing that threw policy at him and made him look woefully unprepared while not getting a damn thing he wanted, or he can go full-on Hail Mary and try to build coalitions with the Democrats, you know, the people he’s already blamed for this fiasco turning into a cluster. You can guess which one he’s already run, and for no gain.
And for all the mixed metaphors and various clichés in this commentary, it seems to be a fitting summary of the Trump administration thus far- a naked Emperor trying a ride a bull and play football in a china shop. Too bad the reality will be back around to greet the President every morning when he wakes up. Or as close to reality as he is willing to allow himself to get.
So, this morning, I launched the very first official Blog.Type.Thing. Poll, to measure reaction to President Trump's first joint address to Congress. Judging by a pre-speech poll I conducted yesterday, there was not a lot of optimism heading into the speech (only 15% were positive of the potential tone of the speech), but that seems to have enjoyed a big swing in the first few hours following the President's remarks.
While to me, it mostly seemed like the same boilerplate speech, with the right hearing nothing but good things, the left hearing nothing but unintelligible grunting, and the rest of us left to kick around what was actually said, to the country at-large (at least represented by my wee Twitter sample), their ears perked up and trended to the positive.
There are two ways I am interpreting these numbers- Either 53% Positive (32% outstanding + 21% fair), 47% Negative (15% less than fair + 32% disaster) or Positive (32%), On the Fence (21% fair + 15% less than fair), and Negative (32%). So you can either look at it as Trump finishing positive, or holding a fairly even keel between positive and negative, with just enough people representing the waffle state to allow Trump to remain at the water line.
So, this leads one to wonder if Trump is actually managing to start taking things seriously like approval ratings. Approval, after all, ranks right behind popularity and adoration as the reasons Trump gets out of bed in the morning. Teleprompter or not, he stuck to the script in a way he had been unable to accomplish up until this point.
Whether this is an improbable epiphany remains to be seen. There are still a lot of irons in Trump’s fire, and just because he has managed to go a day without grabbing the hot end doesn’t mean we should hold out hope for a painless road ahead.
“We need to start winning wars again.” Our President, whether or not you support him, actually said that today. At first glance, it’s really very easy to smack your forehead and proclaim “what the fuck!,” when the reality is you can stare that statement cold all day long and proclaim “what the fuck!,” and have it feel like the first time, every time. Not that it’s a great feeling, but still…
Maybe our President should worry about backing up all the actual candidate-type stuff he said along the campaign trail. Like taking better care of our troops and our veterans. Like maybe not expressing some sort of deep-seated desire to put our military in harm’s way. The only thing more implicitly unsettling than the empire building of recent decades would be using our President’s runaway addiction to boosting his ego as mortar to hold that empire together.
We have the most technologically advanced military force in the world, in the whole of human history, at least on paper. I make that statement rather bluntly, as if we had the most technologically advanced military force in the world, than our troops on the ground would reflect that. Our veterans and the overall level of care would reflect that. Then again, our President, rumored by some to be the healthiest person to ever be elected President, nay, to even ever draw a breath of fresh American air, was remarkably less than 100% during his years of draft eligibility. But I'm sure we're all glad he's feeling better.
Instead, we have combat troops that are either equipped like an inner-city little league team, or they are having to buy their own equipment. If situations like that are allowed to occur in theaters of combat, then you know damn good and well that situations like that are happening with military units within our own borders. The most modern fighting force on Earth, and the troops have to buy their own duct tape to fix shit.
So now, on top of plans to have us pay for his much-ballyhooed border wall with Mexico, the President wants $54 billion more added to our already flat fucking insane defense budget. Somewhere, somehow, we are expected or supposed to believe that our President, the Ivy League-educated paragon of pure business knowledge and brilliance that he purports himself to be, is going to pull off these crazy spending projects, combined with a tax cut plan hovering between half- and quarter-assed?
But, to play a bit of devil’s advocate, our President is partially correct when he says we need to start winning wars again. We need to start winning wars of economics, domestically and internationally, and adding tens of billions of dollars of absolute nonsense, with no clearly defined plan on how that’s going to be paid for, is the equivalent of throwing yourself on your own damn grenade. And while our President is off throwing himself on grenades but graciously allowing us to take the shrapnel, we should be asking where we’re going to get enough duct tape to fix this fucking mess?
I don’t think anyone with common sense is having a good start to their weekend with the announcement of Sen. Jeff Sessions (R-AL) as the incoming Trump administration’s nominee for United States Attorney General. People concerned about civil rights and/or legalized marijuana in particular may want to carve out a bit of time this weekend to do a little bit of research on the guy the Trump White House wants as our nation’s top law enforcement officer.
Jefferson Beauregard Sessions III, the junior United States Senator from Alabama and former ranking member of the Senate Judiciary Committee, earned a law degree, served as a captain in the United States Army and United States Army Reserve, and will be 70 years of age if he should take office as Attorney General in January. In so far that I know, that has likely ended the positives on Sen. Jeff Sessions.
With the other alarming picks and potentials being floated around, chumming all sorts of mainstream media waters, this might be the first actual “oh shit” pick, even more so than Steve Bannon. Jeff Sessions is a man, that has at the very least:
For President-elect Donald Trump, a man that has prided himself on “surrounding himself with the best,” it has been a rocky start to say the least to that concept as applied to a White House staff, and the nomination of Jeff Sessions as Attorney General only serves to clog the Trump White House toilet further. A man who has proven so demonstrably uncomfortable with many constraints of civil rights is both laughable and troubling for a United States Senator, let alone a prospective Attorney General.
I know I have both written and Tweeted that I am willing to give President-elect Trump and his incoming administration every fair chance, and I am still willing to do so. However, given the somewhat unsettling trend the Trump White House is taking in its formative days, I’m wondering how much of a chance we are going to be given, fair or not…
Eight days. We are eight damn days into the impending Trump administration, and it’s about as insane as the whole campaign leading up to it.
The mainstream media has not been so much depressing for their half-assery in reporting the various campaign trails the past two years, as much as they have been for their half-assery in reporting since the election. Sure, they have started behaving like journalists again, rightfully looking into new chief strategist/homeless-looking schlub Steve Bannon, and raising questions as to the various lawsuits and potential conflicts of interest facing the Trump White House. Then again, just as I’m not expecting overnight results from Donald Trump as our President, let alone President-elect, I’m not expecting the news business to break their recent bad habits overnight.
Such was the case earlier today, when a couple of news outlets, notably NBC and the Christian Science Monitor, both lost a tiny bit of their shit over President-elect Trump shutting out the press while having a family dinner. NBC breathlessly accused Trump of a “lack of transparency,” while the CSM pondered if the dinner snub of the press “could say anything about his presidency.” Eight days after the election, and mainstream media is already producing headlines that could be seriously and honestly mistaken for parody.
Damn it. I know there has been some activities conspicuously absent thus far from most traditional transition teams, especially since this transition is going to be anything but traditional. That does not mean there has been so much as to weave a controversy from thread this thin. Hiding a crap ton of emails, or being coy about tax returns, for example, or hiding God only knows what other manners of shady shit- that is a lack of transparency. What could the fact a man wanted to enjoy dinner with his family in semi-privacy say about his presidency? Absolutely nothing. Absolutely nothing at all.
What it does tell the public is mainstream media is so desperate to redeem themselves that aren’t even trying to make very good molehills from which to construct mountains.
Whatever your opinion of the guy, his family, the campaign, the election, the transition, the somewhat motley cast of characters, and so on, the guy is at least entitled to dinner with his family. That is not unreasonable, nor should be asking mainstream media to quit outraging things as trivial as dinner, considering what they let slide during the campaign.
For all the Election night memes, purporting a bunch of out of shape rednecks arming themselves like Arnold Schwarzenegger in Commando if Hillary Clinton won, the previously doubtful happened and Donald Trump won. Outside of ruining a bunch of excuses as to why they didn't take to the streets like Red Dawn and shit was breaking out as well as killing a bunch of half-witted memes, it did give them the chance to sit back and watch the festivities kick off.
And who would have thought the safe space community would be so willing to protest on the verge of rioting? Just because the candidate they wanted was jackmoved out of the nomination, and the nominee, the most dislikable candidate of the history of the United States political process, still lost?
For all their protestations, it’s kind of funny how they missed the whole point, how the electoral process once again functioned as it should, without a hitch. The pawns in a “rigged game” are mad they lost, because it just started dawning on them they were worrying about the wrong freaking game.
Not to mention, as the protests stretch toward a week straight following the election, I find myself wondering, how many of these brand-new street fighting men (and women) are among the 46.9% who didn’t even bother to vote. It’s not that some people need much more of a reason to riot than their team winning the championship (Kudos, Chicago, for not going stupid when our Cubs took it all a couple of weeks ago), but this riding of coattails is not going to do anything other than set the Democrats and the progressives back even further.
Which, in my mind, may not be a bad thing. Both establishment parties got their wake-up calls this election cycle, and in rather unexpected ways. The Democrats found out their playbook needs more pages than just pandering and shameless fundraising, and have to rebuild with no clear contender to tae over as the face of the party. The Republicans are having to scramble together a united front, having just spent the period between the convention and the election looking like a fist fight at a flea market, and they are having to do so with the guy they held their noses over. No matter which way the wind is blowing, nobody seems to like the smell at the moment.
That is not to say, however, that my Libertarian Party doesn’t need to regroup a bit over the next four years. We did make groundbreaking strides across all spectrums of the electoral process in this election, and I think the growing dissatisfaction with establishment politics will only serve to increase our numbers in the coming years. What we need to try and keep in check are nominating candidates that understand kitsch may be great, just not as much on the campaign trail, and make sure we don’t allow any more fat, dancing Republican shills on the stage at the national convention.
For every step forward we should have taken in 2016, our top ticket knocked us backwards, whether it was playfully faking a heart attack during an interview, making faces and sticking tongues out during interviews, or having the Vice-Presidential candidate endorse everybody but Libertarian candidates during the election cycle. Was Gary Johnson the right choice for the party? Yes, both times. Now Gov. Johnson has called it a career as far as future candidacies. It’s time to take the momentum and spend it wisely.
At any rate, our next chance to protest properly, at the ballot boxes, is coming up in 2018. Take some time to figure out exactly what you are protesting, and why. Do some homework other than reading bumper stickers and engaging in flame wars on Twitter and Facebook. Be smarter.
Beats looking like a whiny jackass for a week after the election.
So, where do we go from here?
That’s a question I’ve heard more than once in the hours since early Wednesday, when Donald Trump defied the polling, the odds, and perhaps even common sense itself and won the Presidency of the United States.
I’m not going to presume to say I was anything other than shocked at the election results. I figured we were going to plod through four years of Corrupt Pantsuit rather than Clueless Orange Billionaire. In my opinion, Secretary Clinton took far too much for granted, then partied as her second Rome in eight years slowly burned to the ground around her.
Fifty years of pandering to every voter block the Republicans were willing to ignore, and with little to show for it, finally caught up with the Democrats. Secretary Clinton campaigned at times like it was a mere formality. The check had cleared, and she was just chatting with people here and there waiting for the UPS truck to deliver you the victory in November. In the final wind-up, hers were sins of transparency, corruption, and arrogance.
Yet, the sin of arrogance is not as damning as it once was, something proven beyond all points in this election cycle. That the only candidate more arrogant than Secretary Clinton turned out to be the winner should be telling. We witnessed the sums of all the worst parts of politics, condensed down into the two least likable candidates in modern, if not all, political history, and our mass media pretty much did not do a goddamned thing.
A nearly two-year long free-for-all by Donald Trump of saying and doing pretty much whatever the hell he wanted to went largely unchecked by mass media. Sure, there were calls for accountability, and there were cries of outrage, of “how dare he say (insert problematic remark here),” but given the sheer amount of stupid things he said, and the crush coverage, such cries were quickly lost in the fray, more debris in the Tazmanian Devil-style tornado cloud of Donald Trump in the American electoral process. Even when the laundry list of what was once considered career killers quickly became a Greatest Hits, Volume One, the complaints were very simply shrugged off by campaign yesholes who had already figured out even the media itself was no longer willing to hold anyone to any kind of existing standard.
To be fair, that door swung both ways. The idea the single most corruptible woman since Cruella DeVille was a major party nominee was more a failure of gender politics over ethics. And this woman was basically anointed President months ago, an idea that would have been laughable if not for the brazen amount of time mass media spent trying to sell the public on that notion.
This was not reporting, this was enabling. The alternative media really stepped up to the plate, even if they were struggling to stay above a billion rowdy lunatics on social media. In fact, I found it rather amusing that my #1 social media advocate during my presidential run was a guy tweeting out of Kingston upon Thames, London. Hell, the guy even co-opted my profile picture as his cover photo and declared himself my campaign manager (which he was not, is not, nor will ever be, just for the record).
Immediately following the election, I resisted every physical urge to facepalm as the analysts tried desperately to figure out how they pooched this so badly, how they, and I quote “got the polls so wrong.” They actually had the gall to sit there and discuss that point amongst themselves.
Going along hand-in-hand with the anything goes election cycle, there was not even a subtle attempt to hide the sheer and utter half-assery of political polling in the 2016 Presidential election. A poll that excluded voters age 18-34 was used in part to exclude third party candidates from the national debate stage. Think about that for a second. A poll that excluded the single largest voter block in the country was used to determine the national presidential debates. If that isn’t the definition of “old boy network” power grab, I could not, for the life of me, tell you just what the hell is.
But now, it’s over. I tweeted that I accepted the results, and was more than willing to give Trump every chance I have given every White House administration since I became a voting adult. That’s fair, and as fair as I am willing to be until he’s officially on the job and working to back up everything he’s said for the last year and a half. Because he wanted the job, he campaigned for the job, and now he’s got the job. Now, it’s on him. First 100 days, here we come. Good luck and Godspeed, everyone.
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