The Health Care Debate has been cracking me up, just like it was 2009. One of my favorite people on Twitter was just lamenting “They hate us!” It doesn’t even matter who “they” are, because my response to “they hate us” is always “No duh.”
Everybody should relax. The amount of Health Care you have is the same as it always has been and always will be.
It’s exactly the amount the Overlords want you to have.
Not one bit more, not one bit less.
At any second of your life.
No Kabuki Dance on Capitol Hill has ever changed that or ever will.
For any of that to matter you’d have to be living in some sort of representative democracy or something.
So…Wait, who was I dedicating this to?
Oh, yes. Lamenters. Teeth gnashers. Those eternally surprised to discover that the people you hate, hate you back. Or lie around thinking John McCain just reversed an eight-year voting pattern (again) because he had a sudden bout of conscience or got all weepy because Ken Burns was nice to him in Vietnam.
All them folks who never went to church or else just never listened.
That’s taking in a lot, but I believe we’re up to it!
….and the Betrayed: Suffer them for they are with you always.
As of this morning, the strongest voices–virtually the only voices–pushing back against the war drums beating in the Near and Far East, are Tulsi Gabbard and the Paleo-Right (Jones, Savage, Rockwell, Coulter).
The crazies, in other words. Business as usual.
The Responsible Democracts (now led by HIllary Clinton, with Obama, having served faithfully and well, conveniently inabsentia, she spent the morning of Trump’s strike against a single airbase calling for the destruction of all Syrian airbases…of course she did) joined by Responsible Republicans (led always by Ms. Clinton’s erstwhile ally, John McCain, who, behind his death-mask grin, assures us that order has been restored) are working hard to get Donald Trump (who ran against all of them and, for the first time, seems politically, as opposed to morally or intellectually, confused) on their side.
In other words, they’re warming up to him.
If Trump keeps going along, expect confusion on Twitter, Facebook and CNN, as Lefties try to adjust….We’ll hear a lot of “Well he’s a horrible human being of course, but….”
What comes after “but” won’t matter.
I’m not saying it will go this way. Just that if the first step–Trump’s public capitulation to business-as-usual Security Statism–isn’t reversed by concrete action, and soon, the rest will follow as naturally as water running downhill. Even having gone no further than this, Howard Dean and other reliable bellwethers of Elite Opinion are already calling for Gabbard’s removal. It’s unclear whether they think the “people of Hawaii” should wait for one of those silly old elections.
Get your bets down now on how long it is before they’re calling her a Russian Agent.
I’m laying six-fifty-and-even on a week from Tuesday.
Meanwhile, Trump’s actions are only surprising in that they constitute his first serious misreading of his base. Bringing back jobs and Build That Wall won’t matter much if he goes all Slim Pickens and brings us “toe to toe with the Russkies.”
And he won’t dodge the matrix of fates he turned into serious possibilities by opposing the Security State in the first place.
Playing nice won’t help him avoid the Standard Options: assassination (the Kennedy Option), impeachment/removal (the Nixon Option) or political humiliation, up to and including possible sabotage of military operations (the Carter Option).
The Intelligence Community won’t stop hating him if he becomes their puppet.
And they won’t start trusting him, no matter how hemmed in or subservient he becomes.
They’ll just stop fearing him.
Until last week, he seemed smart enough to understand this–that losing the fight he picked will mean death or disgrace. Now, it’s anyone’s guess. Since I place no faith in him (nor, per Isaiah, any Prince), I won’t be surprised if he turns out to be less cunning than he has so far seemed.
Unless, of course, this was what he intended all along, which would make him very cunning indeed.
And how different will this sound, closing those rallies, if it turns out he had a deal in place all along….If it was always pointed at his supporters, rather than his enemies.
I work for a living, albeit mostly at home, which allows for a certain freedom regarding the nightly soundtrack.
Tonight I decided to listen to the debate between Obama and Romney while I typed.
As usual with these things, however they are experienced, I could feel the nation’s collective IQ dipping by the minute as the words alternately gushed (I think that was the Challenger Pod) and murmured (I think that was the Incumbent Pod).
Then it ended and the truest exemplars of the national Dead Brain Cell Count–the mass media–took over–dedicated, as always, to the proposition of maintaining their own champion DBCC status at all costs.
I’m a sucker for punishment so, as usual, I took a short break and went in and surfed the usual suspect channels (cable, public and broadcast in about equal measure) seeking signs of intelligent life.
Shockingly, none appeared.
Nor did anyone who could explain the concept of “Wolf Blitzer,” a continuing cosmic quest of mine stymied yet once more.
So, as usual, I shut the darn box off and put on some music.
I didn’t feel like casting about and needed to get back to work anyhow, so I just went with what was in the CD player, which turned out to be John Mellencamp’s Words and Music collection, which I fell asleep to last night (not because it makes me feel sleepy, incidentally, but just because I was plain exhausted).
First track happens to be “Walk Tall,” which is an undistinguished cut from some time after Mellencamp’s eighties’ prime.
And almost the first words out of his mouth were, “people believe what they want to believe when it makes no sense at all.”
I mean, it didn’t explain Wolf Blitzer or anything, but, in context, that line actually sounded quite profound, an effect it certainly never had on me before.
That’s a rock and roll world view for you–making sense of things even on an off day.
Or maybe I just knew “Pink Houses” was coming up next and–pushing through my vague dueling memories of its past abuse by the campaigns of those moral stalwarts John Edwards and John McCain–I would soon be healing.