I despise Trump. He is a mean-spirited son of a bitch. His licking the boots of those revolting pseudo-Cubans in Miami and increasing sanctions, utterly unjustified, on Havana, are grounds enough for putting him behind bars. Trying to starve thirty million Venezuelans into giving up control of their oil, trying to assassinate Maduro are grounds for rehabilitating the guillotine. Beginning a cold war against China and driving a growing crop of countries into alliance against America gives new meaning to “stupidity.” This is Trump. I wouldn’t use him for dog food. I like my dog.
But: He isn’t Biden. He has my vote.
Here we could go into comparisons between Biden and the Donald. Trump is intelligent, Biden is not. Trump is an engaging conversationalist, Biden teleprompter dependent. Trump has personality, whatever one thiks of it. Biden has the verve and zing of unflavored tapioca. You probably couldn’t do Trump in software. Biden would be easy. Most importantly, Biden is a compromised hack, a shill for all the forces that drive the country toward war, with Russia, with China, all for the benefit of the Empire. And over which the population has no influence.
But none of this is why I or half the country, will vote for Trump. Columnists talk about politics because they have to talk about something. The reason for the potential electoral explosion is much deeper, a nauseated, murderous, loathing for Washington and everything it is, does, and wants. a revulsion too deep to be expressed sometimes even among friends, a feeling that if someone blew up the Capitol with both houses in joint session, and exterminated the whole nest of bloodsuckers, we might get our country back. It would at least be worth trying.
No, America was never the bastion of perfect virtue that we have always been told it was. All manner of ugliness can be found in this or any other country. But it was never like this. We didn’t have hundreds of thousands living on sidewalks. This morning we heard of yet another shooting in a school. A curfew is in effect in Washington because of high rates of dangerous crime. We are aware, most of us I suppose, of the rapidly tightening censorship of the internet, that the press is controlled. It was always controlled, but in ways of little importance to most. The usual sorts of sexual peculiarities existed, but they were not shoved in our faces, taught in early grade school. We didn’t have brain-warped men in dresses like escapees from Weimar demanding to shower with real women. We could live where we with, with whom we pleased.
And we know that our government is corrupt to the core. Trump is, or was. But it is infuriating that he is attacked when the Bidens, apparently in the pockets of Kiev, are barely touched. Corruption is as American as apple pie. Reagan with Iran-Contra, Nixon with Watergate, Agnew taking bribes like a slot machine and engaging in tax fraud, the Clintons with their crooked foundation and trips to Epstein’s island. To hell with all of them, I say. And so do tens of millions of others.
Was the invasion of the capital a coup attempt? If so,its chief defect is that it didn’t work. Certainly it bore no resemblance to any known coup and looks fabricated. But here’s the point: I don’t care. I don’t care at all. Over-excited yoyos or a calculated pretense of being over-excited yoyos–I’m happy with either. If I could, I would release all of the invaders and pay them reparations. It’s not rational. Rationality no longer works. I am so sick of the whole worm-eaten fetid mass that if the Russians or some other beneficent force buried DC under ten feet of linoleum cement, trapping the scum like insects in Home Depot’s meritorious amber, I’s be delighted.
When people get so fed up that they just don’t care, that they want to break things and kill something, interesting times are on the horizon. America is not the stable and united-enough country it was in 1965. Burning cities, a nation-wide riot, galloping impoverishment, rat infestation, crime, crime, crime and nobody dares do anything about it, crumbling infrastructure, intense racial hostility and government that encourages it. It’s gonna blow, sweethearts. Anyway, that’s the way to bet.
We hear that America is “divided.” My God, ain’t it so. Biden et al–Al Sharpton, I suppose–seems deliberately, calculatedly, almost savagely making things worse. By erasing Southern heritage, he alienates the South and conservatives proud of American history. By open contemning whites he increases racial hostility and, by cuddling with blacks while telling them fairy tales of police brutality, he increases the racial divide. By refusing to touch crimes, entirely committed by blacks, he is winding a spring. Stores close, tax bases move out of cities, anger grows. This can go on only so long.
All Washington–whence we have just returned, roils with alarm over Trump. Good. Let them roil. They are making fools of themselves–it only takes a little touching up–and a laughting stock of America. Meanwhile more and more money goes to Ukraine–what does Zelensky have on Biden? At least half of America senses that the place is falling apart, aging infrastructure breaks, people live paycheck to paycheck, and stupid in the White House and the whole goddam roach hive scurries about sending more money to Ukraine, an uncountry of no importance to America.
Trump wants to end Washington’s war on Russia. For this reason alone I will vote for him, and for this reason the DC lampreys fear him. Those who rule in America are tightly focused on maintaining their hegemony over the world. the US seems of no importance to them except as a source of funding. Washington’s next trick is a deliberate shooting war with China. This is obvious to anyone who pays attention to Asia, but who does? Trump has no more morality than Biden, denonstratedly will try to kill foreign leaders in helpless countries–again, Maduro in Venezuela–but he doesn’t have the balls, and maybe the stupidity, to start a world war.
But this is reason. More profoundly, I would love for Trump to win because I could then listen to the shrieking of Washington and New York just as I did when he trounced the loathsome Hillary. I detested her and the swarming bastards around her, and equally detest Biden and his ambient ventriloquists. Given a choice for President between a brain-damaged derelict shooting up in New York’s subways under a blanket of ratsand anybody in Washington, I would not have to think about it.
We have come a long way.