Bunnies, Bombs, and Thermonuclear War
Less than 100 days into his presidency, Donald Trump is living proof of the adage, You Get What You Pay For. America elected an ignorant conman to its highest office and our worst fears may be coming to fruition. As I write this, North Korea’s deputy United Nations ambassador has just warned that the U.S. has created “a dangerous situation in which a thermonuclear war may break out at any minute.” With that in mind, Trump was still able to enjoy the annual White House Easter Egg Roll, where after autographing a child's cap, he threw it into the crowd, oblivious to the boy's dismay. During a recital of the National Anthem, Mrs. Trump was seen to nudge her husband when he forgot to put his hand on his heart. Speaking to the assembled crowd, Trump thanked his own 11 year old son for attending the event.
Later, Trump’s son Donald Jr, declared his daughter the winner of the egg roll. “I think that was the fastest egg roll in the history of the White House egg roll,” he said, in a Trumpian insistence on being the best, the biggest, and the greatest. Don Jr. was not troubled by the appearance of nepotism, because nepotism is a family tradition, even when it's illegal or unethical. Ethics is just a nuisance to our President and his gang of grifters. This week, the administration announced that it would no longer make public the daily list of visitors to the White House. For those worried about secrecy, we are assured that the measure is merely a privacy issue, or a national security issue, whichever works best to help change the subject. Such attempts to shield the President from normal scrutiny and responsibility are now business as usual.
Responding to national protests on April 15, the federal deadline for filing taxes, Trump tweeted that the crowds were hired by his opponents, and angrily reminded citizens that he was already elected so his taxes don't matter. "I did what was an almost an impossible thing to do for a Republican-easily won the Electoral College! Now Tax Returns are brought up again?" What he's trying to get across is, Fuck You! I'm the President! In all his actions, he is restating this mantra. Wondering why his adult daughter is getting an office in the West Wing? Fuck you, I'm the President! Worried that Trump's preppy son-in-law, whose dad bribed Harvard into admitting him, is now in charge of nearly everything but healthcare? Fuck you! Here's a incisive analysis of the Jared situation, from Foreign Policy:
Kushner’s role in the White House actually reveals a deeper problem: Trump doesn’t actually care if his policies work or not. He doesn’t care if health care is ever fixed, if the climate warms up and millions of people die, if coal miners or autoworkers get new and better jobs, if the Islamic State is ever defeated, or if U.S. infrastructure is rebuilt. All he cares about is whether he can convince people that he’s responsible for anything good that happens and persuade them that adverse developments are someone else’s fault. It has been apparent from day one that Trump cares first and foremost about himself, his family, and his fortune. Full stop. Doing the people’s business — that is, actually governing — is hard work, and it really cuts into the time you can spend on the golf course.
How sad that forty per cent of American voters still don't get this. Maybe scary is a better word than sad. Now that Trump has discovered the magic of military aggression, all bets on everything, including life itself, are up for grabs. As he rattles North Korea's chain, Trump seems incapable of understanding that he's not on a reality show or conducting a business deal that might collapse. He can't envision a world leader as crazy and insecure as he is. The trouble with things we can't envision is that they happen anyway. The very fact that Trump is the leader of the free world is nearly unimaginable but here we are. He would rather raise the prospect of World War III than risk being nailed for colluding with the Russians to win the election. He is the reason we don't let kids play with matches. What kind of person relates his decision to launch fifty missiles with a digression about the cake he was eating? Trump had to emphasise that it was the most beautiful piece of chocolate cake that you've ever seen.
Cake, golf courses, crowds, bombs, it's all showbiz to Donald Trump, just make 'em big! If you don't like it, Fuck You, he won the election in the biggest victory in the history of mankind, whose future, thanks to him, is just a teeny bit shaky.