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I dunno about you, but I rather enjoy watching the praetorian Deep
State go batshit crazy as the day of Trump’s apotheosis approacheth. I
imagine a lot of men and women running down the halls of Langley and the
Pentagon and a hundred other secret operational redoubts with their
hair on fire, wondering how on earth they can neutralize the fucker in
the four days remaining.
What’s left in their trick-bag? Bake a poison cheesecake for the
inaugural lunch? CIA Chief John Brennan has been reduced to blowing
raspberries at the incoming president. Maybe some code cowboys In the
Utah NSA fortress can find a way to crash all the markets on Friday as
an inauguration present. What does it take? A few strategic HFT spoofs?
There will be lots of police sharpshooters on the DC rooftops that day.
What might go wrong?
Civil War Two is underway, with an interesting echo of Civil War One:
Trump dissed Civil Rights sacred icon Georgia congressman John Lewis,
descendant of slaves, after said icon castigated Trump as “not a
legitimate president.” That now prompts a congressional walk-out of the
swearing-in ceremony. The New York Times is acting like a
Manhattan socialite in a divorce proceeding, with fresh hysterics every
day, reminding readers in a front-page story on Monday that “[Martin
Luther] King’s birthday falls within days of the birthdays of two
Confederate generals, Robert E. Lee and Stonewall Jackson.” Jeez! Who
you gonna call? Ghostbusters?
There’s not much Trump can do until Friday noon except tweet out his
tweets, but one can’t help but wonder what the Deep State can do after
that magic moment passes. I’ve maintained for nearly a year that, if
elected, Trump would be removed by a coup d’état within sixty days of
assuming office, and I still think that’s a pretty good call — though I
hope it doesn’t come to that, of course. My view of this was only
confirmed by Trump’s performance at last week’s press conference, which
seemed, shall we say, a little light on presidential decorum.
Perhaps it befits this particular Deep State to go down in the manner
of an opéra bouffe. History repeats itself, first as tragedy, then as
farce, old Karl Marx observed. What does the Union stand for this time?
The rights of former SEC employees to sell their services to CitiBank?
The rights of competing pharma companies to jack the price of insulin up
from $20 to $250 a vial? The rights of DIA subcontractors to sell
Semtex plastic explosives to the “moderate” jihadis of the Middle East?
So the theme of the moment is that Donald Trump is a bigger crook
than the servants and vassals of the Deep State. He ran for president so
he could sell more steaks and whiskey under the Trump brand. He’s in
violation of the emoluments clause in the constitution. Well, I’m not
aware that George Washington, Thomas Jefferson, James Madison, or Andrew
Jackson put their slaves in a blind trust after they became president.
Anyway, at this point in our history, nobody can beat the Deep State for
financial turpitude, certainly not a single real estate and hotel
magnate.
I guess the big question is whether the Deep State — and, yes,
Virginia, the Deep State does exist, unlike Santa Claus — will tear the
country apart in the attempt to defend all its ill-gotten perquisites
and privileges. The public at large is restive, eager to get on with the
job of deconstructing the matrix of racketeering that adds up to the
immiserating culture we live in, a society where health insurance
company presidents make $40 million a year while ordinary people lose
their homes because a $5,000-deductible health insurance policy doesn’t
cover the cost of treating a routine tonsillectomy.
I didn’t vote for the Cheeto-head sonofabitch, but it will be
interesting to see what he does between noon and six p.m. Friday, if he
survives the festivities.
Source: Kunstler.com
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