Same Nightmare, Different Day

My nightmare started in 1980 when Ronald Reagan was elected for the first time. Donald Trump is the logical outcome of that process. There was nothing unpredictable about this. Ian Welsh makes the case beautifully and there’s nothing I can add to improve it.

I will be accused of being overly dramatic with that tweet, of course.  Just like I’m always accused of being overly dramatic right up to the point things work out just about like I said they would. It’s not that I’m right all the time. There’s a massive number of things I can’t figure out for crap. But for some reason I have a Cassandra thing going when it comes to American politics.1 Especially when it comes to the lies we tell ourselves.

Donald Trump has no idea what he’s unleashed. He’s vain enough to think he’ll be able to control it, but he’s loosed an animal that is interested in its own survival and nothing else. He made some pretty specific promises to lots of people who like to own a lot of guns. He’s going to have to deliver on them or he’s going to wind up being just one more target. There’s not going to be a pivot. There can’t be. There are armed people who have very specific requirements. They’re not the “alt-right” any more.  They’re in charge. And what are they in charge of? Oh.  Just the most powerful security state on the planet.  You know, the one you voted to give to Bush the Lessor and Obama?  That one?  It belongs to Trump and his Oath Keepers and his Christian Reconstructionists and his Fraternal Orders of Police now.

Mao famously said that political power comes from the end of a gun. Guess who has the guns? And guess who calls Black Lives Matters a terrorist organization? That’s Mr. Donald J. President-Elect Trump to you, asshole. The thing about Trump is he likes power and being in charge. As long as he can be in charge and it profits his family, it doesn’t matter who gets hurt. The French Revolution was crowd-sourced. Trump may have the design sense of Louis XVI’s small intestine, but he’s got no interest in winding up like him.

People are going to be hurt. Count on it. Who’s going to stop them? People who think hashtags mean something?

I voted for Clinton unenthusiastically Saturday and spent yesterday watching enthusiastic old white people vote for Trump as fast as they could get the ballot filled out. The only thing that slowed them down was arthritis and dementia.  They rode their Medicaid and Medicare paid-for scooters into the room and barely missed all the equivalently paid-for walkers so they could make sure that awful black man’s socialized Kenyan Muslim plots didn’t cost white people anything. Or something. I never really quite figured it out. But more than one person told me it was about their way of life. No surprise here, but they didn’t exactly think it through. I don’t know if it’s going to be days, weeks, or months, but sooner or later some of them might notice that that nice Negro nurse is gone or that Mexican orderly isn’t around to help anymore.  It’ll be a shame, but isn’t it nice that white people have a chance at the jobs first now?  That’s the way of life they were talking about.

I don’t know who’s making out the lists at the moment, but could I please be put on the one for Jew-Nigger-Muslim-Fag-lovers?  That’d be great. I’ve seen this movie before. I know how you like to make sure the paperwork is straight and all the trains run on time.

Have a blessed day.


1Without the being a beautiful Trojan woman thing, of course. Weird thought: this election was a tie in terms of the likelihood that a beautiful Trojan woman would be groped in the White House by a member of the First Family sometime in the next four years. Stay classy, America!

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