Waking Up In Bed With Donald Trump

It’s been established that Chris Christie is washed up. Getting in bed with someone like Trump is something you don’t ever walk back—although from the look on Christie’s face these days, he would give his left testicle to wake up and discover this has all been a very bad dream.

Which raises an important question for those of us who don’t plan to vote for The Bad Idea: What happens the “morning after” for the country as a whole?

Consider: Now that Trump has revealed more of his inner Marge Schott — with the non-disavowals and the open incitement of violence at his rallies — to be a Trump supporter is to publicly declare your OK-ness with spectacularly incorrect bucket list. You’re no longer a closet hater, tucked safely behind dog whistles and coded rhetoric: you’re basically marching down Main Street wearing both a sheet AND knee-high black boots.

You’re also betting the farm, reputationally. While Trump certainly could win in November, that’s still a stretch; polls show Clinton beating him now by 5-7 points, and if anything, his new racist red shoes will widen that margin faster than GOP anti-Clinton oppo attacks will narrow it.

Which means that, as a Trump supporter, you won’t only have backed the wrong horse; you’ll still be out of the closet in a big, hard-to-take-back way, with your neighbors, your family, your employers, your kids. Some non-Trumpians may relish the prospect of so many outed haters, elections having consequences and all; at the very least, we’ll no longer be able to ignore the fact that America has a serious personality disorder.

But I have to admit I’m actually a little afraid of the shape this new knowledge might take. We won’t merely be faced with the reality of America’s nastiness; we’ll also be faced with the everyday, on-the-street fact of maybe 45 million of our fellow citizens who supported a guy who casually flirts with fascism and thuggery – people who, if they remained Trump supporters till Election Day, with all that he is likely to have said, aren’t likely to have the grace to be embarrassed. No, they’ll be pissed; worse, they’ll feel entitled to express that anger, having just spent the preceding year or so being encouraged to give life to their worst impulses, without shame.

The genius of the American political system is that it has the near-miraculous capacity heal itself after each, once-every-four-years rupture. And while that power was already running low these last few decades, Trump could crush it entirely.

So thanks, Christ Christie. You’ve made your bed – and we’re all sleeping in it.

Trump and David Duke: remind us again where that firewall is…

For those just resurfacing from the Oscars, here’s a rough timeline of Trump’s non/reluctant disavowal of an endorsement by ex-Klan Leader David Duke, who earlier praised the Donald as someone who would shut the border and dismantle the“Jewish controlled” finance industry :

Sunday morning: Trump tweets “As I stated at the press conference on Friday regarding David Duke- I disavow.”

Earlier Sunday: “Well, just so you understand, I don’t know anything about David Duke. I don’t know anything about what you’re even talking about with white supremacy or white supremacists.”

Feb 2000: Trump withdraws as presidential candidate for Reform Party after claiming: “The Reform Party now includes a Klansman, Mr. Duke, a neo-Nazi, Mr. Buchanan, and a communist, Ms. Fulani. This is not company I wish to keep.”

And just to drive home how little he cares about the company he now keeps,  prior to his Sunday comments, Trump took a moment to re-tweet a quote from Mussolini. [“It’s better to live one day as a lion than 100 years as a sheep”]. He later told NBC’s Meet the Press, “”Mussolini was Mussolini… What difference does it make? It got your attention, didn’t it?”)
One is tempted to call the top of the Trump Market — there’s no way he can maintain this  — what shall we call it, casual fascism? — and still get the nomination, right? Except that blithe fascism seems not only likely to further arouse a key part of his base, but may now also be attracting mainstream political opportunists — Christie and now Alabama Senator Jeff Sessions. Who else might we expect to jump on the Trump Train (which, naturally, will always run on time?)

Pundits, too, despite months of insisting that Trump is un-nominatable — are now starting to whisper about the “inevitability” of his nomination.  Certainly, the media love a disaster story, and if they can’t find one, they will make one:  and most GOP voters, we’re told, do not support Trump. But  according to one recent poll, 80 percent of GOP voters think Trump will win the nomination.

There is still plenty of time for the Donald to fall on his own sword. Surely, all but the actual racists and fascists and inbred hillbillies must take Il Duke’s latest salvo as proof of fatal recklessness.

But we’ve been saying that for a year now — just like we’ve been saying that, even if he does win the nomination, there is NO WAY HE COULD WIN THE GENERAL ELECTION.

I still think Trump is unelectable.  But I also think a lot of us  — especially in the media (right and left) — have no fucking idea what the rest of America is really thinking.

So, once again: where, exactly, is this firewall?

GOP’s Southern Strategy comes home to roost: a direct line btw “rebel” flag and GOP “field” of asshats & clowns

Charles P. Pierce and others have been making solid points about our inability to talk seriously about what happened in Charleston last night. Or, more specifically, about the unwillingness of mainstream politicians to confront the central story here. Hillary Clinton did broach the subject in a speech Thursday, but mainly in the context of guns and collective action. (“This time we have to find answers together.”) Still, one could see how this story and its aftermath might help define her campaign in a constructive way.

Charleston may also define the GOP race, but for very different reasons. What is clear, in the Right’s confused, unseemly response to the shooting, is how the refusal to meaningfully discuss racism — or to address the party’s well-honed use thereof – has been largely institutionalized in the GOP. One result is that the Republican party has no meaningful or honest way to discuss tragedies like this, and so is left to explain it as a purely random act of evil or as an attack on Christianity (which, apparently, is the best Fox can do); or as an occasion for yet another proactive defense of the Second Amendment — responses that, one suspects, will haunt Republicans for the next 16 months.

But the GOP is paying another price for its refusal to refute or even acknowledge the legacy of its Southern strategy. More and more, the GOP is the party of the dark family secret — an institution whose denial of a huge moral error is slowly robbing the party not only of its legitimacy as an American party, but also of its basic ideological functioning: this is no longer a party capable of saying what it is really about, or, importantly, of fielding candidates who reflect, and can argue for, the functional conservatism that was once at the party’s core, and which this country desperately needs. Rather, the GOP is a party so denatured by its own lack of courage and moral center that it now wanders the political streets muttering like a homeless person. One needn’t look too hard to see a direct line between the Confederate flag flying over the South Carolina statehouse and a GOP “presidential” field made up in large part by narcissists, incompetents, and ass clowns.

Seattle Kayakers versus Shell’s Arctic Dreams: In getting off oil, should we attack supply or demand?

Ok, admit it — you’re a little queasy about the recent “Paddle in Seattle” protests against Shell. It’s not that you questioned their cause: the Arctic is highly sensitive, the risks of an accident are high and Shell’s record in the Arctic is hardly inspiring. Nor did you doubt the effectiveness of a flotilla of tiny Davids standing up — okay, sitting down — against an oily Goliath: Shell’s operational window in the Chukchi Sea is so narrow that any delay in the port permitting process could cause Shell to rethink the whole project.

Rather, what bothered you was the small-picture feel to the campaign. Even if Greenpeace and others involved do stop Shell from wintering its Arctic fleet in Seattle, the victory will be short-lived. As soon as oil prices rise, Shell or a rival will be back for the billions of barrels under the Chukchi. Why? Because, what is actually driving this drama isn’t oil-industry greed, or even the wimpiness of the Obama administration. It is our own insatiable appetite for crude.

Put another way, unless the zeal we saw on Elliott Bay can somehow be channeled toward the more complicated, and less glamorous, task of curbing that demand, the “Paddle for Seattle” will ultimately be less political action than performance art.

Read the whole article in Crosscut.com