Trump won his primary the old fashioned way. Against a bag of hammers, but still. He won the general by the same rules every candidate has for 250 years. Half of us didn’t vote. He prevailed with less than one quarter of eligible voters. Nobody’s fault but ours.
If you think Russia picked your president, you’re worthless. This sudden shock and righteous indignation over the revelation that some other power is trying to fuck with us is ludicrously naive. We’ve been doing it for decades. They’ve been doing it to us for decades. US intelligence agencies engage in election sabotage in any number of countries before, during and after their morning crap.
Show me where they actually hacked the machinery and changed vote totals as opposed having something, somehow, to do with the leaking of some genuine emails that ranged from cryptic to embarrassing, and we have a conversation starter. Until then, piss up a rope.
On the other hand, how about that democratic primary?
It’s not the knee jerk, faux patriotic contempt for foreign intervention that disgusts me, but the abrupt, convenient faith and consent in the American political corporation. Depending on what week and what party of course. Today it’s the republicans who don’t give a shit about the Russians and the democrats who want to burn down the electoral college.
But stand by.
Hold your breath.
What makes Hillary a loser is that she lost to Donald Trump. The 2.8 million popular vote surplus? We should just let coastal population clusters inside neoliberal bubbles elect our president? Some serious number didn’t vote for Trump, but against Hillary. Another serious number voted in quiet desperation.
Things are this bad for this many.
She sucked that much.
He saw it and he closed.
He didn’t bother with New York and California and he lied his ass off.
Was it a proxy battle between the CIA and the FBI? Maybe, but it wasn’t the Russians that ate Hillary’s lunch.
Is this euphoric sentimentalism for the good old days of red baiting? Nationalistic nostalgia for cold war angst that had us investing in bomb shelters and keeping an eye out for pinkos at the corner market? Remember that warm fuzzy feeling you got from the drills, hiding under your desk to keep you safe from the incinerating power of the sun in your backyard?
Trump and Putin are gonna compare dicks sooner or later. It won’t go well, they have way too much in common.
The corridors of power throb when the citizenry share a common enemy. Habeas corpus is extinct and Posse Comitatus was shitcanned eight years ago. Trump inherits the ability to detain anyone indefinitely and dispatch US military troops against you and me with mere convenience. Meanwhile, he stocks his larder with generals and hawks, flouting the doctrine of civilian leadership for the military.
But there’s commies under your bed.
Is it just me or are those drums distracting?
Drinks for my friends.