If you had any hopes two terrible years ago that Donald Trump would govern as anything other than the rank dick he has been his entire life, you know better now. If you had any hopes that Republicans would rise to the occasion and hold Trump to the same standards they held Democrats, you know better. You know the only way to slow Trump down is to elect Democrats. The only reason to vote Republican is because you want the America Trump and the GOP want.
Because of that, you deserve our contempt and our rage. You are the thugs. You are the gangs. You are the terrorists. You are anti-American.
One side has a President repeatedly ramping up racist incitement, attacking the press as the “enemy of the people.” One side has a President who routinely leads cheers about imprisoning political opponents. His congressional supporters accept his rhetoric and now increasingly ape it. One side has a President who routinely fabricates outlandish falsehoods intended to generate outrage, fear and hate. One side has a group of rightist paramilitaries operating in various parts of the country. One side has mass ownership of high capacity firearms as a central part of its political ideology. The same side frequently focuses on private weapons ownership as a hedge against “tyranny”. In other words, they focus on the need to stock firearms for the potential need to use them against government officials and civil servants.
Left unsaid, but I’ll say it— one side is proto-Fascist at best. One side runs on bullshit and lies. One side is a danger to the country and the world. The sole motivating principle of one side is power. One side lives for cruelty. One side lacks all empathy.
Two years ago if you supported that side I might have forgiven you for misguided, ill-informed tribalism. If you still support that side, with everything that has happened over the last 24 months? “Deplorable” doesn’t even begin to cut it. You are evil. You are a degenerate, and a sociopath. You deserve nothing but scorn.
You know, normally I would tag something like this “Politics,” but at this point that’s the wrong label. This isn’t a “reasonable people can disagree” kind of thing anymore. We’re in black and white, right and wrong territory. The only grey here is in the ashes of Republican souls.
The only Mexican food Republicans should be allowed to eat is day-old Taco Bell.
In the category of stories Hersh did not report at the time is a disturbing account from a few weeks after Nixon resigned in 1974 and returned to California. Hersh writes that he had received a tip that Nixon had beaten his wife Pat so badly that she had to be treated at a local emergency room. Then John Ehrlichman, who’d been one of Nixon’s top aides, told Hersh that he knew of other incidents when Nixon had abused her. But Hersh did not report it, or even mention it to his editors, because he believed it would only qualify as news if he could demonstrate that Nixon’s behavior had affected government policy. Hersh later spoke about the story in public in 1998. Women in the audience, he writes, immediately informed him of just how illegitimate and dangerous this standard was.
I remember when Republicans touted America as a shining city on a hill, not a haven for racist dipshits.
This is a note for and about Vlad and Burstyn. No, those aren’t their real names. I’ll provide that much of a fig leaf of anonymity for them, although anyone who knows me well enough will know exactly who I’m talking about.
You win. I foolishly thought after DJT was elected that if I could provide an injection of non-Fox-approved news and commentary, that you might begin to see at least some of the problems with the current administration and the Republican Party more generally. I thought, “Surely, Vlad and Burstyn are not like those other people who vote blindly for whoever is on the GOP ticket and buy into all the misinformation and vileness that comes from conservative media.” I was wrong. It is now clear to me that you are part and parcel of that same movement.
Tell them what they’ve won, Bob!
Hang on a minute, I’m not done with the background yet. Posting this in a public place could be considered a dick move, and I want to address why I’m doing that. First, I am pretty confident they are both blocking my emails. I don’t get bounce back messages, but have confirmation from multiple channels that pretty much everything I send now goes to the bit bucket. That’s true even when I send something that’s completely non-political. In fact, here’s a fun story— Chandra (that is her real name) & I send out a holiday letter every year, and for the 2017 edition I made a special edition just for Vlad and Burstyn that just read “I am Groot” over and over again. Funny, right? Neither one of them has ever said a word about it. I can only conclude that I have angered them to the point where I am persona non grata in both of their households, and neither has any interest in initiating or accepting communication from me. So…fine. I’ll post something on my blog and they can find it here when they’re ready.
So what have they won?
Well…now that I know neither Vlad nor Burstyn is a persuadable conservative, they now get to be the personification of all the worst stereotypes of Trump supporters. Yay! Closed minded? Yes. Tribal? Yes. Party before country? Yuppers. Authoritarian? One would assume. Racist? I hope not, but I frankly have no evidence to the contrary. Only willing to engage with people they agree with? Well, that’s kind of the point of this whole thing, isn’t it?
A final footnote. Recognizing that the subjects of this post might object to it being out for the world to see, I’m sending a copy of the text to them by email before it’s published. If you’re reading it on my blog, you’ll know they had a chance to respond and didn’t.
Showing once again that if there’s one thing America can do in the age of Trump, it’s go downhill.
Wait, was that treasonous?
TFW you try to write a thoughtful post about engagement, but all you really want to say is that family members who shun others over politics are doody heads.
First this, from Foreign Policy, emphasis added:
NATO is scrambling to tailor its upcoming meeting to avoid taxing President Donald Trump’s notoriously short attention span. The alliance is telling heads of state to limit talks to two to four minutes at a time during the discussion, several sources inside NATO and former senior U.S. officials tell Foreign Policy. And the alliance scrapped plans to publish the traditional full post-meeting statement meant to crystallize NATO’s latest strategic stance.
Two to four minutes is about as long as a typical pop song. However, there are lots of other songs that are longer than that, which presumably Trump doesn’t have the attention span for. I’ll repeat: Trump’s attention span is too short for many popular songs. My own personal library includes 2,283 songs that are longer than that. Here are some we’ll say randomly selected titles that he would presumably never hear in their entirety:
- Case of the Fake People, TLC
- Burning Down the House, Talking Heads (From the movie “Stop Making Sense”)
- Under Pressure, Queen & David Bowie
- Super Stupid, Funkadelic
- Deep Dark Truthful Mirror, Elvis Costello
- Out of Touch, Hall & Oates
- Terrified, Childish Gambino
- I Pity the Poor Immigrant, Bob Dylan
- Big Shot, Billy Joel
- Won’t Get Fooled Again, The Who
- Spy in the House of Love, Was Not Was
- Don’t Call Me Nigger, Whitey, Sly & The Family Stone
- Murder By Numbers, The Police
- Do You Want the Truth or Something Beautiful, Paloma Faith
- Circle the Drain, Katy Perry
- I’m Paying Taxes, What Am I Buyin’, The J.B.’s & Fred Wesley
- The Sound of Failure/It’s Dark…Is It Always This Dark??, The Flaming Lips
- The Pinocchio Theory, Bootsy Collins
- Talkin’ John Birch Paranoid Blues, Bob Dylan
Too bad, because there might be some lessons there.