Here’s how to perpetuate political division (and sell more advertising space) with wishy-washy language and weasel words : “Investigators are also prying into [Glenn Simpson, Partner of Fusion GPS]’s role in compiling the Russia dossier, which was filled with some stunning but also unsubstantiated allegations.”
“Prying into?” Sounds suspicious and sneaky, when in real life his “role” was “partner” at a firm hired to do research on Donald Trump; full stop. Around 8 times out of ten, researchers at other ” firms,” including media conglomerates and federal agencies who have followed in Glenn’s footsteps, found EXACTLY THE SAME THING as Fusion GPS did — Trump’s tainted. Full stop.
The president of the United States is an asset of Russian intelligence services, whether he UNDERSTANDS that or not (he does). Permits for Trump’s proposed Moscow real estate deal were the laser pointer Putin used to toy with Trump (and now I owe an apology to cats worldwide). Putin also made sure there was a bevy of eastern European arm candy, models and pageant contestants for Donald to “grab” when he was in the vicinity. He DID marry one. She IS First Lady of the United States … correct?
A vast majority of allegations contained in the Trump dossier have been independently verified as FACT. While it’s TRUE some of those FACTS might have been “stunning” if not downright salacious, when journalists (or more likely their editors) hitch “but also unsubstantiated allegations” to Trump’s treason wagon, every racist, xenophobic, pro-Russia, anti-democratic voice in America screams “SEE?! They can’t prove he hired prostitutes to trash the presidential suite (because Barack Obama slept there) — and if we can’t see the pee-pee tape, then how do we know if ANY of it is true?”
Because of journalism. Because federal agents were listening. Because there was an FBI mole inside Trump’s campaign (from Day One). Because there are witnesses (most of them still alive). Because nothing else sounds like the truth — and you KNOW most of this stuff is absolutely true … every salacious detail. Those four little words, however, dilute and pollute the selling of our government to foreign agents and the end of the American experiment in representative democracy as we know it.
Last year at this time, the previous sentence (or perhaps the entire post) would have (and should have) been dismissed as nothing more than political hyperbole. Well, it’s a year later, isn’t it?
Now is the time for all good men (and women) to come to the aid of their country. Full stop.
With apologies where necessary:
Hey! If any of you are looking for any last-minute gift ideas for me, I have one. I’d like Donald Trump, the “president”, right here tonight.
I want him brought from his happy holiday slumber over there at Mar-A-Lago with all the other rich people and I want him brought right here, with a big ribbon on his head, and I want to look him straight in the eye and I want to tell him what a cheap, lying, no-good, rotten, four-flushing, low-life, snake-licking, dirt-eating, inbred, overstuffed, ignorant, blood-sucking, dog-kissing, brainless, dickless, hopeless, heartless, fat-ass, bug-eyed, stiff-legged, spotty-lipped, worm-headed sack of monkey shit he is! Hallelujah!
Holy shit! Where’s the Tylenol?
There’s been a run of ’em.
Earlier this morning on Facebook I wrote “I’d like to know where to go to reject my citizenship. I don’t believe I’ve ever felt more shame having to wear the label “American.” I lost it there for a second, after seeing Donald Trump re-tweet xenophobic claptrap from a “Britain First” puppet … polluting his feed (which the WH Press Secretary has made clear are official documents of this administration), with extreme violence, promoting racial tensions.
It took a conservative voter asking “are we supposed to pretend evil doesn’t exist?” for me to examine — rationally — WHY I was ready to grab my go-bag and head for the border (three hours and change, if I push it). I thought, “I’m not thinking clearly.” None of us are, frankly. It’s all just too, too much.
If we’re going to survive this administration (personal odds had us at 80/20 for the republic’s survival prior to that N. Korean ICBM test…) we have to STOP. And THINK. As I said in a previous essay, “ponder, even.” Go ahead … it won’t hurt … much. Of course evil exists — and I told our conservative friend, “evil is as real as a breeze on your face.” Think about that. Continue reading “For every action …”
Michelle Goldberg wrote an opinion for the New York Times and now it’s trending on Twitter: RUSSIA OWNS TRUMP. The headline includes the phrase, “Odds Are,” but that’s only because we live in a litigious society and everything we know can’t be classified as fact until Mueller unpacks his case in court.
But you know: “Russia Owns Trump.” You know.
Side note, I like Michelle’s original [rejected] headline better, too: “Occam’s Razor, Trump’s a Traitor.” I liked it so much, I meme’d it. Here’s the essay:
“Three months ago, The Washington Post reported that even as Donald Trump ran for president, he pursued plans to build a Trump Tower in Moscow. The next day, The New York Times published excerpts from emails between Felix Sater, a felon with ties to Russian organized crime, and Michael Cohen, one of Donald Trump’s lawyers and Sater’s childhood friend, about the project. Sater was apparently an intermediary between Trump and Russia, and in a Nov. 3, 2015, email to Cohen, he made the strange argument that a successful deal would lead to Trump’s becoming president. Boasting that he was close enough to Vladimir Putin to let Ivanka Trump sit in the Russian president’s desk chair, Sater wrote, “I will get Putin on this program and we will get Donald elected.” Continue reading “Russia Owns Trump”
You know the truth: James O’Keefe is a slime ball “journalist” who selectively doctors ambush videos to lie about … well, everything.
He’s a conservative.
The truth is, his “Project Veritas” stunt fell flat on its face before it could stumble out of the gate; the Washington Post caught O’Keefe’s stooge in a web of lies. What did she choose to lie about? Surviving teenaged sexual assault (allegedly by Roy Moore).
You can’t shock these people; you can’t shame these people: they will say anything, or condone any behavior, as long as they think they’re going to get a piece of the pie. They want Trump’s table scraps. These are cartoon villains from a “Bargain Bin” paperback, plotting to steal from the ‘Widows and Orphans Fund’ right before Christmas Eve … #KillTheBill #ThePresidentIsAnAsshole Continue reading “Swiftboating the Fourth Estate”
If the Internet is correct, that’s Navajo for “asshole.” Beyond that — I can’t even. Referring to Senator Warren as “Pocahontas” is passé for POTUS — it’s really one of the milder racial slurs we’ve come to expect from him.
What’s always striking to me is the genuineness of these awkward asides … for me, that’s the only time you see the real Trump. Stupid to the bone. Convinced he’s brilliant. Surrounded by sycophants and tyrants. These really are dark days for the republic.
— POLITICO (@politico) November 27, 2017
“It’s just, well as long as I’m an outlaw anyways… maybe I can do somethin’… maybe I can just find out somethin’, just scrounge around and maybe find out what it is that’s wrong and see if they ain’t somethin’ that can be done about it. I ain’t thought it out all clear, Ma.”
Words matter. Someone gave the president a masterfully intricate, hand-crafted collection of the best words available, all intended to promote a fallacy of relevance: argumentum ad baculum, or the “might makes right” fallacy. And just like that, Donald’s words shouldn’t matter — but they still do, because he’s POTUS.
Yes, it’s ironic that Donald Trump chose a “fallacy of relevance” to defend his failing presidency, but the consequences could be catastrophic. If you go look, you’ll see that pretty much every knife in Donald’s drawer is a fallacy of relevance, including the genetic fallacy, ad hominem, ad populum, or ad misericordiam (literally an “argument from pity”). Poor Donald. This job is HARD.
There is nothing new or particularly surprising here — conservatives have always responded to the “strict father” (do as I say) model of governance. ‘I don’t care if you love me or not, there are rules in my house. I’m sorry your brothers just opened up a six inch laceration across your scalp — it was an accident — now say you love them. We’re a family. Say it.’
Wait, what? You didn’t hear that? Well, the transcript is available for the media, pundits and others to discuss ad nauseum; I’ve done many a deep-dive into the language deployed to destabilize our democracy. But yeah — this speech was designed to put Charlottesville in the rear view mirror. ‘Families squabble. Get over it and get past it, because the men and women sitting in front of me might just lose a limb or their lives if you don’t.’ Seriously — it’s all there if you just look. Continue reading “Logic is Overrated”