Now the worm has turned. Suddenly the normalization of the long normal is not allowed because of a distinction: a dearth of decorum has poked its hideous head through their sheen of civility. This grants a license to mind certain details of doom.
Doom not because of the longstanding maintenance of nuclear warheads readied mano a mano from all ends of the Earth, but because somebody’s like, “Why can’t we use them?” Even our tacit acceptance of the survival of these most deadly devices threaten the world only in theory. Certainly, we would never use them again.
Doom not because we insist on dedicating the future of the public’s health to personal wealth accumulators, but because our outgoing executive’s signature piece of work is facing dismantling. Were they tired of hearing this legacy, more an act than affordable or care, was taken from the opposition party’s original, they unfolded in their adoring ruminations a more apt mnemonic that, if you were to fill in the gap in their narrative would be akin to claiming that the Rama did for health care what Dubya could not for Social Security. No, not that he funnelled funds from public hospitals into the private sector, but that he simply succeeded where his predecessor had failed. The enemy of the good was trumped by the fact that he was a winner.
If that was not enough to silence critics, printiN’t’fYT media had an econ hero spinning figures from facts hardly in evidence. Anything else was just anecdotal, man. Though they wouldn’t hesitate to cite stories that backed their imagination. The bottom line has been — as a former Chief of Staff might shout upon marching into the restroom at Cook County Hospital and one-two punching a public school teacher in each of his kidneys: “We’re winners, you fucking retard!”
That is the craw-sticking corn in the turd that’s been obliviously shovelled in alternating eight-year terms. Today’s enshrining, into which pantheon hasn’t even made it out of its 40s, is a nagging indication that you can lose even if you agree to surrender up front for the sake of the appearance of winning.
Appearances do matter. They mattered when, if nothing else, African-American children could at least look to an Oval Office with the mask of a face resembling their own. If nothing else, the twenty-first century could make up for the uncomfortable fact that I don’t actually hang out with my many black friends with a makeover of likes & ‘bros!’ at my growing black friend count. Thanks Obama’s Facebook page.
The great utility of The Boy Who Cried Wolf is as gatekeeper serving at the pleasure of wolves. Think: Just in case it’s real this time, let’s not make that mistake.
Those who grieve the departure of their president would appear to be more credulous than ever of the intelligence organ that served at his pleasure. This daddy agency is a master at creating common enemies to justify harvesting public levies for black budgeting said foes’ destruction. The list of enemies is, apparently inversely, as long as it is instructive.
Not just the post-ally Soviet menace that got it rolling, but everybody who might’ve aligned with communism ideologically, from democratically elected leaders abroad to singers, screenwriters, and civil rights leaders at home — overthrown, trailed, ousted, and assassinated. Subsequent enemies consistently follow the path from the enemy of my enemy to public enemy number one, of which Islamic terrorism is the most obvious example.
Now Russia is the enemy of the enemy of the enemy, which seems like something the US would like to see go down in Syria. Euro allies are playing along, largely by default, with tanks having rolled through the streets of Brandenburg and Poland on their way to the Russian border.
As far as the lack of meaningful distinctions go, it’s not new that liberals have considered Republicans an adversary and vice-versa. So viewed from a distance it is not surprising that they’d go all-in on the CIA’s version of Putin’s hold on Trump. But their seeming willingness to go along with even a version of events that would have their nation’s enemy — formerly described as the evil empire, a depiction mocked as primitive & bellicose — in the heart of Washington D.C. is, uh… interesting. Let’s not pretend we don’t know what happens when the CIA has an enemy in the White House.
This link, my reminder that prescience is deceiving: