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.
Now that the summer of Pokemon is fading into fall, I find myself wondering how much more the mobile app that conquered the world is going to grace some of the news apps I use. When I am getting more updates on future updates to the game than I am on the impending electoral showdown between Empty Pantsuit and Idiot Billionaire, I know it's a game that's got legs, even in spite of some puzzling attempts by Niantic to fix problems and fixing some problems that didn't exist.
I play Pokemon Go as a family activity. While I don't feel like listing and defending my various geek credits, as far as hanging out with family goes, there could be far worse things than catching little digital monsters on our phones. The game could be credited in many places, I imagine, for revitalizing their communities. Here in southern Indiana, when me and the wife are out, we can tell the large uptick in people puttering about, especially at the Ohio Riverfront, where the Pokemon are plenty (especially that goddamned Magikarp). Whether or not that is translating into increased commerce for the local businesses is a question for another post, the trick is the appearance of more activity.
I recently headed over to the St. Louis area with my best friend, to visit with friends and family, and take in a Cards-Cubs game at Busch Stadium. When I made it home, I was laughing with my wife when I realized I had spent three whole days on the road across Indiana, Illinois, and Missouri without opening the app at all. How in the hell did I manage that? I had briefly thought about checking it during lulls in the game, but then, in the back of my mind, there was that flash of winding up on SportsCenter for missing a homerun or something. Nobody wants to be that guy, not at a major league sporting event. If I'm going to be humiliated over nine dollar beers, it's going to be in a strip club, the way God intended.
Now that Summer is winding down, I wonder if the first day of Autumn tomorrow will be the starting point of Pokemon Go's Winter of Discontent. Schools are back in session, temperatures will start to dip, and with the start of the NFL season, the wind-down of the MLB season, and election coverage, it will be interesting to see how the game's numbers hold up from season to season.
It's also going to be interesting to see how Niantic continues to develop the game. They've had a bit of an uneasy growing period, with complaints over updates, systems failures, and third party apps have taken turns sharing the news about the game. How they handle the heat, as well as how they continue to develop and improve the game will go a long way, I think, in whether the foot traffic continues into the months with snow.
While I respect those whose involvement in politics is more than merely voting and/or slapping a sticker on their car, sometimes you just have to sit back and marvel at those who truly believe the only stupid question is the one not asked.
As the picture shows, in late July I was approached by a pro-Trump PAC called Will of the People to come on board as a social media ambassador.
Pretty fancy name for somebody tweeting and retweeting the word about a candidate. I know he simply looked at my page, saw the 85k+ followers, and after the pants tent went away, he made his pitch. Perhaps if he had read my Twitter feed while the blood was rushing downstairs, he would have seen there was absolutely no way in this or any other kind of hell that was ever going to happen. Because while the offer was appreciated, ultimately that offer was a pretty stupid fucking question.
This is not your father's version of bonding...a father and son were treated at the scene for heroin overdoses after the Ohio Highway Patrol received reports of an erratic vehicle on I-75 North in West Chester Township. While both men were treated, and are expected to recover, the father was charged with OVI and possession of drug paraphernalia.
In light of increasing numbers of heroin overdoses, the CDC is reportedly urging friends and family members of users to carry Narcan (Naloxone) with them, in case an emergency arises.
Ain't that some shit? I wonder how much the price of Narcan is going to explode through the roof, if the CDC's advice is taken in large measure. We have seen the tendency of drug companies to take the yard once they get an inch, so how long before some other dipshit drug company CEO is dodging questions or smirking in a chair playing 5th Amendment tag in a congressional hearing? People cannot afford to carry an EpiPen to treat a peanut allergy, but they should stock up on Narcan, just in case? What a load of utter crap.
It occurred to me that it had been quite a while since I had posted anything, about anything, on the blog. That got me to thinking it was time to refresh a bit, especially after running through everything on here and realizing there was half-edited shit up on a couple of pages. Unfortunately, since there is no stud farm for me to retire old blogs to, a name change (or would it be a rebranding?) was in the works.
I mean, I guess I had an excuse in there somewhere, seeing as how I am currently:
Not that I haven't lamented the cornucopia of material to cover, with the two absolute staggering dipshits that have inexplicably made it to mainstream nominee status. I have not been totally silent, as my Twitter account will attest, but I found myself falling into the occasional ruts that accompany the 140 character limit, such as engaging trolls and idiots, and trying to cram too much thought into too little a space. Given the logic presented to me by Hillary and Donald's sheeple, it can be like selling Eskimos on the notion of a volcano god.
I still plan on writing about politics, although I am probably going to trend a bit closer to state and local issues affecting people here in Indiana. It is becoming an interesting time to be a Libertarian, and the effects are just as noticeable here as they are starting to become on a national level, and we still have a lot of work to do here. I'll save my national analysis for when somebody political says or does something stupid or really questionable. Hell, maybe I will have some good news to post come November.
I'll still snark at celebrities when they say or do something either stupid or really questionable, and will still not care when people start pissing and whining about my being "mean." Whenever a news story comes along that looks like the drunken offspring of truth and fiction, I will no doubt poke fun at it or drown it in a tub of sarcasm. In other words, nothing much has changed, rather than the name.
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