For shooting his mouth off, Trump has been designated a felon. Relays of prosecution launched against him have culminated in the Georgia arrest: That is persecution. Trump is being subjected to the Law of Rule, not the rule of law ~ilana
That Donald Trump is a political martyr is indisputable. It was already bedrock truth in January, 2021, when I first uttered the M-word. The occasion was the president’s second impeachment, passed impromptu in the House, with no due process of law afforded him whatsoever.
That the persecution of Trump is his badge of honor, a decoration of sorts, has been seconded in some unlikely quarters. Individuals calling themselves Blacks For Trump say the same. Trump is a Brother now: They designate you a felon for shooting your mouth off, and book you into the infamous Fulton County Jail in Atlanta; that means the system is messing with you, they say. You are one of us.
Brothers who speak like this are sensing a deep injustice that comes with institutional rot.
Relays of prosecution launched against Trump have culminated in the Georgia arrest: That is persecution. Trump is being subjected to the Law of Rule, not the rule of law.
The American Conservative: From Pitchfork Pat to The Crunchy Con Castrate
The Rob Stove article, recently posted here on BAB, reminded me that I hadn’t thought of Rod Dreher (Old Dreary) in many months. I thought I’d check up on him. I know he’s living in Hungary now. He’s divorced, or about to be. Upon investigation, it turns out he’s on his own now, no longer under the auspices of The American Conservative (TAC), a lone blogger. Perhaps Dreher’s February exit from TAC was hastened by a piece he wrote last December, after he’d recently discovered (courtesy of a lefty doxxer) that his father (deceased for several years now) had once been in the KKK.
The normal semi-public figure, on learning such a thing, might put out a short statement: “This was a shock to me. I certainly never knew of it. I’m not now, nor have I ever been a Klansman or a fellow traveler, etc.” Something like that.
My G-d, this creep posted a 9400 word screed, an anxiety attack directly from the heart to the blog. I scrolled through it, reading fair-sized chunks, more than enough to get the point. The thing just went on and on, and often strayed from the (putative) central topic. All this hand-wringing self-pity. All Virtue signaling, with the obligatory reminders about how wise the great Christian (he wasn’t) MLK was. How he, Dreary, had moved back to Louisiana to be with his family 12 years earlier to help them out and to be helped. But they were mean to him, they rejected him, and he went on at length about how their meanness eventually destroyed his marriage. Like he couldn’t screw it up on his own. Oh, the horror. An endless hissy fit, replete with spluttering lines like, “I thought he was a horrible reactionary whose judgment could not be trusted on anything.” You say that word “reactionary,” Mr Dreher, like it’s a bad thing.
I mean, you don’t say the things he said about his family and put it out there for public consumption. It should be a private matter. Share it with a confidant, if you must. Talk to the family directly—and privately. Don’t squeal on and on about how awful your family is and put it out there for the whole world to see.
Apparently, the family mostly hates him—down to the aunts and uncles and cousins. Even the dead don’t have much use for the guy (although Dreher makes use of them; posting a hazy image of his late father, as he lay dying). Gee, I wonder why.
After reading large portions of Dreher’s apologia, a line from an old war movie, “The Bridges of Toko-Ri,” came back to me, viz., “Where do we get such men?” Irony very much intended. What does it say about TAC, that they would publish such melodramatic tripe? They’ve come a long way from Pitchfork Pat to the Crunchy Con. You’d think conservatism’s flagship publication might stand up for traditional values, e.g., honor, personal responsibility, family loyalty, toxic masculinity, etc. You’d at least think that the material they publish was—and it’s a low bar these days—conservative. But, then, TAC didn’t even stand up for their founder, Mr. Buchanan.
The December 8th segment of Tucker Carlson Tonight was a celebrity circle jerk. Celebrity journos, NOT dissidents—for all are part of a well-backed, well-oiled power structure, none a powerless independent—bitched about not trending on Twatter, losing 40,000 followers here and there to shadowbans, all for posting mild, quasi-controversial tweets, such as “lockdowns are bad.”
On the matter of COVID, and for quite some time, Tucker has not had one truly impressive, independent medical thinker on his show. By which I mean the likes of Dr. Peter McCullough, Dr. Kelly Victory, Robert Malone, and inquiring, honest minds the likes of Dr. John Campbell of the UK and Suneel Dhand, MD.
Tucker’s resident expert, Dr. Marty Makary, epitomizes the mediocre mind in all his belated “findings” regarding COVID. Makary is no analytical thinker. He’s safe, yet our host congratulates him with regularity for his “bravery.” Preposterous.
It was almost 2 years ago that I shared an important item on LinkedIn posted by a highly credentialed researcher. She had been flabbergasted at having found no data on research to rule out the fact that the mRNA spike protein migrates well beyond the muscle, which is where vaccines are meant to remain—“muscle tissue also tends to keep vaccine reactions localized.” Instead, spike protein has been found throughout bodily tissue.
Two years hence, Tucker’s Marty Makary mentioned this phenomenon on Tucker Carlson Tonight. “Good morning Elijah,” as we’d say in Israel to a Johnny-come-lately. Everything the likes of Makary have to say about COVID is derivative and thus too late. Had I listened to the likes of Makary, I’d be vaccinated for that was his general recommendation. Naturally, I didn’t. There was no risk of that.
Another late, far more meaningful, awakening came from Henry Kissinger. The famous practitioner of Realpolitik in diplomacy finally piped up in favor of “achieving peace through negotiation” between Ukraine and Russia. Kissinger reminded his neocon readership at The Spectator, alas all too gingerly, that “Russia has made decisive contributions to the global equilibrium and to the balance of power for over half a millennium. Its historical role should not be degraded.” He “recommended establishing a ceasefire line along the borders existing where the war started…”
Good old realpolitik is what Zelensky should have been practicing with his powerful neighbors and historic brethren, the Russians. This is precisely what President Joe Biden should be shamed into doing now: talk to Putin; thrash out a cease-fire, ASAP; haggle for the lives of the population under siege because led by imbeciles.
Realpolitikis practical politics, the art of getting along, differences and all, in a real world in which reality, including the differences between people and their political systems, is accepted and dealt with.
Contrary to proclamations, it is not a moral foreign policy that America practices but a moralistic one. Be like us or we’ll destroy you! Instead of realpolitik, Zelensky adopted America’s moralistic, impolitic, uppity manners. It took a war to get Zelensky to the negotiating table with Putin, where he ought to have been from the start.
Look, the US Uniparty is trying to effect regime change in Russia. Nevertheless, Mr. Carlson—and here again he falls short—seems to believe Americans have a right to travel to Russia and remain unharmed, even though we routinely malign that country as a whole, accuse it of being behind every malfunction in the US, and have imprisoned Russians visiting the US—young Maria Butina for example—accusing them of spying. Russia returns the favor. This is the natural order of things.
Markle is a two-bit actress who takes pride in NOT BEING ABLE TO LEARN THE SIMPLEST OF ROUTINES: the curtsy. We all know better. Markle is spiteful and nasty. She comes not to build a great family, but to destroy it—sow divisions, nurse grudges and veer from drama to drama, for that is how such a simple, cunning organism as she is maintains a level of arousal.
Try as Kate might to counter aggression against her person and family with class—there comes a time when a pointy Prada stiletto embedded in a squat behind, Markle’s, is the best option. The royals look weak–and worse. It’s time to make the pygmy nipping at their heels cease and desist.
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“In order to make America great and glorious again, I am tonight announcing my candidacy for president of the United States,” Trump, 76, told supporters in a gilded ballroom at his Mar-a-Lago resort in Florida.
It so happens that the mercenary Jeannie and Jared Kushner have no use for The Don any longer. However, we heard that the first time around. Just before Jarvanka moved into the White House, we had been promised that the Trump kids would be staying out of politics and running the business. My point being that the two will always be part of the deal; part of Donald Trump’s presidential vaudeville.
“Jeannie,” of course, is an allusion to a costume in a sitcom—one that a grown woman not featured in a play-play comedy, should not wear near a wedding. Seemed obvious to me.
A WORD ABOUT TASTE. Taste is class. Taste is the hallmark of culture, of refinement. To some degree, taste is subjective, but not entirely so. There are certain elements of style that are absolutely universal. The gilded Trump abode and the Trump weddings are gaudy nouveau riche in the extreme.
All that pale, sequinned, baby-doll Lolita pastels, coupled with garish over-painted faces, border on Liberace levels of tastelessness.