Sanity Check

In the last couple of weeks, I’ve allowed my enthusiasm to become unbridled.  Everything is good, the sun is bright and shiny and I’m whistling a happy tune.  All’s right with the world in this best of all possible worlds where Donald Trump is King.  And that tells me that it’s time that I should be, in the inimitable words of Fagin “reviewing the situation.”  What could go wrong?

Let’s walk through it.  The Mid-Term Elections are upon us.  The whole Blue Wave scare is just that, a scare tactic meant to produce FUD.  So, far from retaking the Senate, odds are very good that the Republicans will add at least a couple of seats and very likely a few more.  But the House is a very different matter.  Redistricting in Pennsylvania and elsewhere and retiring Republican incumbents mean that there are plenty of races that could go to the Democrats.  So, while there may not be any groundswell of Democrat sentiment it’s entirely possible that the Democrats could take the House by a slim margin.

And although he has been quiet for the last couple of weeks, the Mueller investigation may very well be sitting on a bombshell either of a direct or indirect nature to the Russia investigation.  He may be waiting to try and do maximum damage to the House races and thereby allow a Democrat House to vote for impeachment against the President.

Finally, there’s the X factor.  Things have been going along swimmingly.  The economy is growing at a phenomenal rate and all of the President’s trade and foreign affairs initiatives have been amazingly successful.  What if something changes?  Basically, the X factor is anything big going south.  Let’s say the stock market crashes.

Now, anyone of these three events is a major problem.  Losing the House or fighting a Mueller or dealing with a Wall Street meltdown is a serious situation.  But let’s assume the worst.  Let’s assume that a Mueller bombshell causes a Blue Wave that scares the Stock Market into a crash.

Well, that’s not such a bright and shiny day anymore is it?  In fact, that’s almost a replay of 2008.  The only difference is that the 2020 election would still be two years away and the President would be Donald Trump instead of George W. Bush.  And while I don’t trivialize the severity of such an onslaught I still think that who is performing damage control is more important than the exact details of the crisis.

And one more thing is different.  I am no longer invested in trying to win over the other side.  If they already have the numerical advantage in the voting population then the sooner I know the better.  Donald Trump has given us a breather with his success.  There’s even a chance that he can put together a coalition of people who want the traditional American way of life to survive.  But it’s far from a certainty that he can pull it off.  But I’ve come to terms with this situation.  I no longer depend on us winning.  In fact, adapting to a permanent underground status would be almost easier.  At least it would solidify my survival tactics and start me moving in the direction needed to protect myself from the consequences of that sadder but less uncertain world.

So that’s the worst case.  And you know what.  I’m still good.  I can deal with that.  I’ll adapt and thrive.  I’ll help those I care about to adapt and thrive.  And that’s the worst case.  Anything lesser will be even easier.  I’ll be even better.  So as far as my sanity check, my enthusiasm is still unbridled.

Bring it.

Curbing My Enthusiasm

So yesterday I allowed my unbridled exuberance to get away from me (The Trumpocalypse Picks Up Steam) and today I’m feeling the let down as my feet touch the ground again.  That’s okay.  It’s better to try your wings once in a while, no harm done.  But let’s then look at the negative side of the picture today:

  • The wall isn’t built or even funded.
  • Thirty million illegal aliens still inhabit the U.S.
  • Robert Mueller wants to interview President Trump.
  • Justice Kennedy hasn’t ended his reign of judicial terror.
  • The Clintons still infest Planet Earth.
  • Affirmative action is still the law of the land.
  • Smarmy college students still hector the normal people about white privilege.
  • Twitter, Google, YouTube, Facebook and Amazon still function as on-line speech police against the Right.
  • Virtually every college in the country is a propaganda indoctrination center.
  • California and New York (and several other states) criminally interfere with the enforcement actions of the Immigration & Customs Enforcement agents.
  • Nancy Pelosi hasn’t been euthanized yet by either PETA or the American Humane Society.
  • Rosie O’Donnell hasn’t yet been assigned the status of food aid, rendered into 250,000 MRE and flown to North Korea as part of the peace deal.

Well, okay, those last two were just added for fun but you get the picture.  There’s still plenty for President Trump to do in the second half of his first term.  I shouldn’t be so happy.  It’s unwarranted.  And yet I am!

I’m sorry, I can’t feel down.  Looking at all these problems only increases my belief that the Republicans despite their epic cowardice and stupidity will benefit from President Trump’s popularity and hold onto the House and Senate.  This won’t be for their sake but it will be the American people’s desire to help Donald Trump.  And I think the Mueller investigation will end without doing any real damage to the Trump Administration.  And I think that Sessions will finally clean out the rat’s nest of cabalists in the Justice Department.  And I now believe that President Trump will get to appoint at least one more Supreme Court Justice.   And finally, I’ll go out on a limb and say that the Supreme Court will find in favor of the baker in that Gay Marriage Wedding Cake Trial travesty.  And that last one is just a hunch.  Common sense says that Kennedy will go out with one last assault on normal Americans.  But somehow the change in the climate makes me think Kennedy will try and strike a balance if for no other reason than to moderate the anger that is growing on the right toward all these outrages against common decency.

So there it is.  I’m slap happy from all the winning.  Maybe I’m completely delusional.  Time will tell.  But the sun is shining, the birds are singing and all’s right with the world in this best of all possible worlds.  Well except that Nancy Pelosi and Rosie O’Donnell still walk the earth.  Well, that can wait for the second term I guess.

Unbridled Enthusiasm – Trump Seems to be Cheering Up Even the Alt-Right

Terminology differs.  Alt-Right, Dissident Right, Alt-West and a few other designations exist for folks at the angrier edge of the Right-Wing.  These are folks who think it’s essentially too late to try to salvage the United States as presently comprised.  There is an underlying premise that dissolution and re-assembly into more than one fragment is the only and desired outcome.  And this has always dismayed me.  The idea that human beings cannot live under a single government that can even-handedly allow them to co-exist and prosper with the maximum of freedom and prosperity seems odd.  Even if the Alt-Right premises about unequal talents and differing preferences in life style are completely true I still don’t see why the advantages of the American way of life can’t continue to generate freedom and happiness.  But that’s their belief, that it can’t.

But I have noticed lately on a few of the sites that I check a sort of moderating mood or attitude.  It’s as if Trump’s successes are starting to encourage even these folks to think that maybe there is some hope of turning things around.  And maybe I’m just picking up the general glow of happiness that comes from seeing leftist heads explode.  But I believe I detect a hint of optimism for the American Project.

Let me add another qualifier.  I have read opinions on these sites that under the best of circumstances Trump may be able to delay the collapse of America by some short number of years.  And maybe the reaction I’m seeing is just the relaxation attendant on this temporary reprieve.  Sort of like the seventh inning stretch.  Well, either way, it appears a certain upbeat attitude seems to be suffusing the apocalyptic crew on the far right.  And I’m definitely good with that.  I have a happily ever afterward daydream where the country wakes up and corrects the excesses and abuses that Democrats and liberal Supreme Court Justices have inflicted upon us.  In this fantasy the Alt-Right eventually grudgingly accepts that they will have to forego bloody insurrection and just settle for the antagonistic and imperfect multi-ethnic and multi-racial melting pot that is the best-case scenario for human interaction that has ever been stumbled upon.

But daydreams aside, regardless of which scenario we are dealing with, lately I find myself unjustifiably optimistic.  Realistically, the best President Trump can do, even assuming two full terms and Republican majorities in Congress, is begin the job of repairing some of the damage.  And then we have to have a capable new president who can continue the work, one who can work for eight years and cement the changes already made into established policy.  The odds of this are pretty slim.  But compared to where we were under “President Black Lives Matter,” we’re living in Shangri-La.  So, why shouldn’t we feel upbeat?  Why, just this week I saw a headline from the New York Times (which, of course, I didn’t click on) that said that maybe that blue wave in the midterms might not actually occur.  Something about the tax bill actually being popular after all (who’da thunk it?).

So, I’m going to join my brethren on the far right and put aside gloom and doom for at least the time being.  This may render me less intense.  It’s going to be much harder to build up a good head of outrage.  But by the same token I predict my schadenfreude and snark will be that much stronger.  In fact, I definitely feel a “Trump vs …” post incubating as we speak.

So, rejoice my brethren and sistren, the Millennium is upon us (again?) and we will enter the Promised Land humming the opening music from The Apprentice and joyfully carrying aloft our banners adorned with the golden device of the Trumpian Comb-Over as we tread those shining streets of gold (apologies to Saint John the Divine).