Time for a few more timely words on the goulash that is the Trump administration. I have to say frankly that I detest some of the ingredients, and the methods of the hash slinger in the back of this roadside greasy eating utensil are frequently open to question, and yet on the other hand I do like a lot of the ingredients, and taking one thing with another, such as this sentence not yet being long enough, I do not yet have indigestion, and there are times when the whole thing tastes pretty good.
So, for example of the detestable, the way Trump has been undercutting his attorney general through various tweets is one of the most graceless, classless things I have seen in a long time. Trump could simply fire him, and yet he is choosing rather to humiliate him in a petty and vindictive way. And he is doing it in a way as to ensure that Congress would never approve a replacement anywhere near as stalwart as Sessions. And what kind of shrewd customer would even take the job now? It is hard to see any end game that makes any kind of sense here, which makes it easy to attribute the whole thing to presidential spleen. The other option is that Trump is playing chess with the cherubim again, off in the 17th dimension somewhere. It will all make sense later. When? Later.
So why do I still approach watching the evening news with a song on my lips? Why is it so much fun to follow the circus maximus from town to town? I mean, in a way that would be entirely absent had the Queen of Corruption been elected?
I woke up this morning to discover that President Trump had banned all transsexuals from serving in any capacity in the U.S. military. Trump is not a real conservative—I grant that—but something really bizarre is actually happening here. Had a mainstream, standard-issue Republican “real” conservative been elected, anybody who proposed to hold their breath until such a directive issued forth from such a starched collar responsible guy is a breath-holder who is proposing to turn himself blue.
In other words, there is enough kielbasa sausage in this goulash to enable me to deal with some of the dubious elements.
My entire adult life, Republican presidents have been over-promising and under-delivering. With Trump, it has been erratic-promising and surprise-delivering. Okay, I’ll take it. I push some of the things on my plate to the side, giving them the stink eye, but on the whole, breakfast is fine.
To conclude with some words of wisdom gleaned from the letters of Cato the Elder, these are funky times.