WELL, WELL, WELL (Everything I Really Needed to Know, I Learned from Rock and Roll: Lesson #6)

Tonight, for the first time in the Trump Era, confusion reigns. The U.S. Military (or the Israelis, or the Saudis, or Iraqi Intelligence–by the quality and quantity of the rumors, the only thing you can bet is that we’ll never know for sure), targeted and took out a key Iranian political and military leader near the Baghdad airport.

Those who have read Trump aright and a-wrong, are scratching their heads together, trying to figure out where this fits….and coming to no conclusions. Charlie Pierce, the most anti-Trump voice I follow on Twitter, is gibbering about the War Powers Act. Econ Chick, the most pro-Trump voice I follow took hours to come up with a theory that neither comforts nor explains much.

I, on the other hand, have spent my life listening to rock and roll so I know exactly what happened, which is one of four things:

Hubris. Donald Trump actually planned and ordered the hit, throwing four years of careful campaigning and governing out the window and putting his relationship with is anti-war base at risk for the first time, not to mention his own strategy of carefully mixing a light military touch with blustering “crazy-man” rhetoric and carefully defined economic pressure because….well, that’s the definition of hubris. An excess of pride. Could happen to any man who has been beating the odds for four years running.

A ball of confusion. Somebody, somewhere saw a high value target pop up, went off half-cocked on the fly, made a fairly low level decision to take the target out on impulse, and now everybody, including Trump, is trying to figure out how to clean up the mess because somebody didn’t care whether his re-election changes just went from cruise control to iffy.

The system did what the system does: Longstanding hush-hush orders that may well have predated the Trump, or even Obama, administrations, pushed events in the direction they were always intended to go, and everyone, including Trump, was caught with their pants down, in which case Trump and his team will be dancing on hot coals until they find a solution or war breaks out (after which, who knows what–wars have been started by less)

Sabotage: What was it Chuck Schumer said: The intelligence Community can get you six ways from Sunday. If that’s the case, they just handed Trump a crap sandwich.

Well, you know how I roll. Once you have an Intelligence Community, they will eventually call all the real shots. But we’re never going to “know,” any more than we “know” whether the CIA assassinated John Kennedy or submarined Jimmy Carter’s re-election chances. You can bet that anyone who comes up with proof will be labelled a conspiracy kook by the media which any self-respecting Swamp State must assure provides you with all the News they think you deserve to hear, nothing more, nothing less.

I confess I’m a little surprised by it all and have no idea whether it will have real consequences or be a tempest in teapot.

But at least John Lennon warned me:

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