People who sleep late miss glorious sights. This morning’s sun rose in a pool of gold, lighting a fleet of clouds with yellow fire on their eastern edge. Spectacular and lovely and full of grace, if you were there to see it. Later, as common in winter, the clouds consolidated into a uniform blanket of grey. Rain may be coming. But O! What was there.
Remember this, eulogists:
In your cable of October 27 you proposed that we be the first to carry out a nuclear strike against the enemy’s territory. Naturally you understand where that would lead us. It would not be a simple strike, but the start of a thermonuclear world war.
The presidential election recently concluded gave us curmudgeons the rare pleasure of being grumpy no matter the outcome. The contest between knaves and fools was unique that way.* I get to say for the next four years (or until he loses interest and resigns – attention span is a concern), “I didn’t vote for him.” Or for any of the rapscallions and members of the Villains, Thieves, and Scoundrels Union, local 12.
We’re now in the quite unusual situation of having absolutely no idea what to expect from the victor. Even more than usual with politicians, we must always ask, “Yes, but what does he really mean?” Mrs. Clinton is also a notable liar, but with a record of action which indicated a certain predictability. For many, it seems, a horrifying predictability. But the Question of the Hour is, “What will Trump Do?”
And the answer to date is, “Got me.” His appointments so far have ranged from “well, ok,” to “oh, no, please not him” – unless, of course, you are part of the progressive left, in which case the only response to any Trump appointment is to shriek loudly, run from the room, throw something, and dust off your stock of “Racist! Extremist!” response cards. Were he to renominate outgoing administration en bloc, the NYT/WaPo/HuffPo/Kos combine would react with suspicion, and Paul Krugman would write a column Expressing Concern.* *
To me, Mr. Trump is a walking enigma, without convictions or principles, a huckster and salesman, a performer, a player of roles without real center or foundation. This may work out passably if he takes reasonable advice – so far, there are signs he might. Or might not. Or it might turn out badly. Republicans in the House and Senate will have a difficult task, working with him enough to accomplish something, resisting artfully if and when necessary, all amidst a four year tornado of complaining and accusation from the Donkeys.
*Yes, yes, I know that Mrs. Clinton’s fans are blind to her faults and that in their eyes she is their precious ewe lamb. So, to his thankfully rare fans, is Mr. Trump. Though possibly not a ewe lamb. Anecdotally, I think at least some Trump voters chose him in a fit of self-disgust, closing their eyes, holding their noses, muttering, “no, not her,” and left the poll with a certain levity.
**Though I have hope that the Warrior Monk will accept the SecDef job, if only for the chaos and consternation it will cause among the Bad Guys, and possibly make Mr. Putin feel much like Lando Calrissian. Mr. Trump is notorious for altering the deal. That might have been a better name for his book, subtitled, “How to get what you want then kick your partner in the . . .”
Today marks the 53rd anniversary of the death of C. S. Lewis, among others. I first learned of Lewis some months after his death, in a magazine notice, probably an appreciation or obituary, in the winter of 1964.
In The Great Divorce, Lewis pokes some gentle fun at himself in imagining his own encounter with George MacDonald, whom he regarded as a sort of saving mentor. Minding his example, I’ll try not to exaggerate his influence on me. I’ll say, I never read an uninteresting sentence from him, or a boring one.
So rest in peace, Jack, and rise in glory, and know that I and millions more are at this time of thanks, grateful for your life, work, and witness.
It’s late, but: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j_UvXe-of-s
Don’t get distracted by the President-elects ability to distract us with his tweeting. He’s a stage magician – watch the off-hand, not the one in the spotlight. Will he be able to sequester his business life from his new role? Will he want to? Does he know he should? Who’s getting what job? No one should treat the man as a bumbling naif; he knows how to distract and misdirect.
And, for those who know it not, real conservatives, of which number Mr. Pence may be counted, are free speech absolutists. Tis better to be booed than to have one’s boots licked.
Now back to keeping an eagle eye on his boss.
There’s something in educator’s water that’s driving them to long letters about last week’s presidential election. Readers have been sending examples to Scott Johnson at Powerline: here’s his most recent example. This has spread to chairfolk of YWCAs and even to elementary school principals. Heavens to Murgatroyd.
A common theme is these screeds (besides some virtue signalling: “I didn’t vote for Trump! It’s not my fault!”) is that the election was divisive, as if this is something unusual or rare. Goodness gracious me, any community of more than 1 is frequently divided, and I at least often argue with myself. Sometimes with acrimony. Communities fight. I believe that the collective noun for a group of Anglican liturgists is “a bicker.” Legend has it that St. Nicholas of Myra slugged the heretic Arius at the Council of Nicea. Yeah, the Santa Claus guy. What matters is the resolution to division, not that it happens.
Harnessed, the incendiary codswallop I’ve read in the last 24 hours would light North America, easy. One reason for #NeverTrump was always that he might win, and his horribleness used to paint conservative policies with the ugly brush. It’s already being done – Oren Cass has a little summary of today’s efforts, here.
No, Trump didn’t win because of some vast uprising of (mildly miffed) white men. He won because 5 or 6 million people who voted for Obama 4 years ago didn’t vote for Clinton. Where’d they go? Sure didn’t transfer their affections to Trump. If they’d voted for Clinton we’d all be getting ready for Hillary, so if you’re Most Seriously Displeased about Trump’s election, go look in the mirror. Clinton managed to alienate the coal industry, the entire state of West Virginia, lots of Catholics and Evangelicals, and most military veterans. Was she trying to lose?
No, he’s not marching us into fascism. Go read about the rise of dictatorships in Italy and Germany between the World Wars. Both countries had scant experience of democracy, both had large populations of idle and alienated young men used to being under arms, and both Mussolini (who was much admired here in the US in the post WW I era, btw) and Hitler were very skilled politicians and rhetoricians of a certain type. And young. Trump is 70, does not lead a citizen army of disaffected and militant peers, and has never demonstrated any real rhetorical skill. He’s presents other dangers, but not this one. For conservatives –
Wait a minute. I just realized that people who get their information from the NYT/WaPo/HuffPo bubble might not know what a “conservative” is – the writers there mostly don’t . Hm. Don’t know where to start. Small government, small taxes, free speech, yeah, yeah. I really suggest you read Jonah Goldberg’s Liberal Fascism (really, it’s lots of fun and gives a lot of clues about why crises are so important) and Amity Schlaes’ Coolidge (it’s really good and you’ll learn a lot about how a conservative president operates. And how Washington DC has been a problem for a looooooong time) concurrently. Take your time.
For conservatives, this election was like this Michael Ramirez cartoon – below the fold, because, well, trigger. See how nice I am?
I think I’ll spend the next few months in another century. Got recommendations?
My 11th Presidential Ballot. A few observations.
- McMullins’ people (does he have people?) didn’t get him on the ballot here, leaving the Gang of Eight at the top of the ballot. Hurl.
- In a state that is now infamous for bad government, where the only practical hope is to get Bruce Rauner a few more votes in the Illlinois legislature, the Eeyore candidates for the State Senate and State House are unopposed. Way to Go, Heffs!
- When I ran my ballot through the ballot counting machine, it jammed. A couple of guys came over the fiddle with the machine, which then may (or may not) have actually counted my votes.
The poll was fairly crowded at 6:09 AM.