Having gotten through what we all believe to have been one of the wildest political seasons ever, such that we are all checking our watches and starting to gather our stuff so that we might go, it suddenly dawns on us that the circus orchestra has only just finished the overture. There is a lot more coming.
Random observations befit a random year.
Watching Mike Pence stand solemnly behind Donald Trump as he renewed his thoughts on the Rafael Cruz/JFK thing, in which time he was also lauding the National Enquirer, made me think of possible thought-bubble contents over Pence’s head. My idea was, “All I have to do is get through this with a modicum of dignity, and without going to Hell.”
Julian Assange, Mr. Wikileaks, who had been sent to conservative Coventry some time ago, suddenly became a darling of the right by releasing about 20K DNC emails that had been hacked by some enterprising souls, and then released to a bemused public. Way to go, former enemy!
The Democrats say the Russians were behind it because they want to hurt Hillary and help Trump. And anyone can see at a glance that there really is a deep affinity between Putin and Trump. I mean, when Trump and Pence gave that 60 Minutes interview, did you see their golden throne chairs? We are talking Russian oligarchy here. Either that or a Disney-sponsored duplication of Versailles. Still, one detects a certain deep resonance of soul.
But consider the ironies involved, which are at least as bright and shiny as the gold chairs are. The Russians are accused of trying to influence an American election. And how did they propose to disrupt our normal way of doing things over here? The answer is obvious when you think about it. They determined that they would tell the truth. When something like that erupts in the middle of a presidential campaign, nobody knows where to look.
Ah, but don’t think this roller coaster ride is anywhere near being done. Polls say that Hillary is ahead, and other polls say that Trump is. But we await the next twisty turn with the same degree of expectancy shown by a kid standing on the curb waiting for the ice cream truck. Here are my political prognostications, which are admittedly tentative. The Russians will next release a boatload of State Department emails from Hillary’s private server, forcing her to hold a press conference denying that she should be indicted under the Espionage Act. During the presser, she will have some kind of seizure and be hustled off to the hospital. The next day, Donald Trump will have a heart attack, and be taken to a rival hospital across town. A press release war will then break out in which each hospital claims that their candidate is recovering more quickly. But because both of them are out of sight, the authorities will have to arrange for the vice-presidential debates to be held first. The Libertarians will have risen enough in the polls such that Weld will be included. Kaine and Pence will put everyone to sleep, and Weld will then reveal himself to be the twelfth imam. The crowd goes wild.