He's got to be kidding!
Miriam
Keillor writes: "How long will Senate Republicans wait until a few of them
stand up to the man?"
President Donald Trump celebrates after his speech during the presidential
inauguration. (photo: Saul Loeb/AP)
Help Us, GOP. You're Our Only Hope.
By Garrison Keillor, The Washington Post
25 January 17
What we know so far is that the man is who he is. There is no larger, finer
man inside him trying to get out. Everyone who is paying attention knows
this. Flags flying at the Capitol, the U.S. Marine Band, gray eminences in
black coats, and He Who Is Smarter Than Those With Intelligence delivers 16
minutes of hooey and horse hockey about corrupt politicians betraying the
people, and American carnage, and patriotism healing our division, though
the division is mainly about Himself and though love of country does not
necessarily make people stupid.
There might as well have been a 14-year-old boy at the lectern saying that
he is in possession of the Golden Goblet that will drive the Gimlets from
Fredonia and preserve the Sacred Marmite of Lord Numbskull and his Nimrods.
The next day he motored out to the CIA and stood before the memorial wall
honoring heroes who gave their lives in anonymity and he bitched about his
newspaper coverage. The next day he boasted that his inauguration's TV
ratings were higher than those in 2013. The day after that, he told the
congressional leadership that he lost the popular vote because millions of
illegal votes were cast, which everyone in the room knew was a bald-faced
lie, except perhaps Himself. The man is clueless, tightly locked inside his
own small bubble. A sizable minority of Americans, longing for greatness or
wanting to smack down an ambitious woman and to show those people in the
hellhole coastal cities what the real America is all about, has elected him.
To him, this minority is a mass movement such as the world has never seen.
God have mercy.
"American carnage," my Aunt Sally: The correct term is "American
capitalism." Jobs are lost to automation, innovation, obsolescence, the
moving finger of fate. The carriage industry was devastated by the
automobile, and the men who made surreys and broughams and hansoms had to
learn something new; the Pullman porter union was hit hard by the advent of
air travel, and the porters sent their sons to college; the newspaper
business was hit hard by Craigslist. Too bad for us. I know gifted men who
were successful graphic designers until computers came along and younger
people with computer skills took their place and those gifted men had to do
something else. T-shirts are made in Asian countries because Americans don't
want to pay $20 for one. Coal yields to natural gas as renewable energy
marches forward. Who doesn't get this? The idea that the government is
obligated to create a good living for you is one the Republican Party has
fought since Adam was in the third grade. It's the party of personal
responsibility. But there he is, promising to make the bluebirds sing. As
if.
Everyone knows that the man is a fabulator, oblivious, trapped in his own
terrible needs. Republican, Democrat, libertarian, socialist, white
supremacist or sebaceous cyst - everyone knows it. It is up to Republicans
to save the country from this man. They elected him, and it is their duty to
tie a rope around his ankle. They formed a solid bloc against President
Obama and held their ranks, and now, for revenge, they will go after health
insurance subsidies for people of limited means, which is one of the
cruelest things they can possibly do. Dishwashers and cleaning ladies need
heart surgery, too - hospital emergency rooms already see streams of sick
people, uninsured, poor or unable to deal with the paperwork, coming in for
ordinary care, and when upward of 30 million are left high and dry, people
will suffer horribly. "Nobody is going to be dying on the streets," Trump
said. No, they're going to die at home in their bedrooms.
The question is: How cynical are we willing to be and for how long? How long
will Senate Republicans wait until a few of them stand up to the man?
Greatness is in the eye of the beholder. American self-respect is what is at
stake here, ladies and gentlemen. The only good things to come out of that
inauguration were the marches all over the country the day after, millions
of people taking to the streets of their own free will, most of them women,
packed in tight, lots of pink hats, lots of signage, earnest, vulgar, witty,
a few brilliant ("Take your broken heart and make it art"), and all of it
rather civil and good-humored. That's the great America I grew up in. It's
still here.
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Help Us, GOP. You're Our Only Hope.
By Garrison Keillor, The Washington Post
25 January 17
hat we know so far is that the man is who he is. There is no larger, finer
man inside him trying to get out. Everyone who is paying attention knows
this. Flags flying at the Capitol, the U.S. Marine Band, gray eminences in
black coats, and He Who Is Smarter Than Those With Intelligence delivers 16
minutes of hooey and horse hockey about corrupt politicians betraying the
people, and American carnage, and patriotism healing our division, though
the division is mainly about Himself and though love of country does not
necessarily make people stupid.
There might as well have been a 14-year-old boy at the lectern saying that
he is in possession of the Golden Goblet that will drive the Gimlets from
Fredonia and preserve the Sacred Marmite of Lord Numbskull and his Nimrods.
The next day he motored out to the CIA and stood before the memorial wall
honoring heroes who gave their lives in anonymity and he bitched about his
newspaper coverage. The next day he boasted that his inauguration's TV
ratings were higher than those in 2013. The day after that, he told the
congressional leadership that he lost the popular vote because millions of
illegal votes were cast, which everyone in the room knew was a bald-faced
lie, except perhaps Himself. The man is clueless, tightly locked inside his
own small bubble. A sizable minority of Americans, longing for greatness or
wanting to smack down an ambitious woman and to show those people in the
hellhole coastal cities what the real America is all about, has elected him.
To him, this minority is a mass movement such as the world has never seen.
God have mercy.
"American carnage," my Aunt Sally: The correct term is "American
capitalism." Jobs are lost to automation, innovation, obsolescence, the
moving finger of fate. The carriage industry was devastated by the
automobile, and the men who made surreys and broughams and hansoms had to
learn something new; the Pullman porter union was hit hard by the advent of
air travel, and the porters sent their sons to college; the newspaper
business was hit hard by Craigslist. Too bad for us. I know gifted men who
were successful graphic designers until computers came along and younger
people with computer skills took their place and those gifted men had to do
something else. T-shirts are made in Asian countries because Americans don't
want to pay $20 for one. Coal yields to natural gas as renewable energy
marches forward. Who doesn't get this? The idea that the government is
obligated to create a good living for you is one the Republican Party has
fought since Adam was in the third grade. It's the party of personal
responsibility. But there he is, promising to make the bluebirds sing. As
if.
Everyone knows that the man is a fabulator, oblivious, trapped in his own
terrible needs. Republican, Democrat, libertarian, socialist, white
supremacist or sebaceous cyst - everyone knows it. It is up to Republicans
to save the country from this man. They elected him, and it is their duty to
tie a rope around his ankle. They formed a solid bloc against President
Obama and held their ranks, and now, for revenge, they will go after health
insurance subsidies for people of limited means, which is one of the
cruelest things they can possibly do. Dishwashers and cleaning ladies need
heart surgery, too - hospital emergency rooms already see streams of sick
people, uninsured, poor or unable to deal with the paperwork, coming in for
ordinary care, and when upward of 30 million are left high and dry, people
will suffer horribly. "Nobody is going to be dying on the streets," Trump
said. No, they're going to die at home in their bedrooms.
The question is: How cynical are we willing to be and for how long? How long
will Senate Republicans wait until a few of them stand up to the man?
Greatness is in the eye of the beholder. American self-respect is what is at
stake here, ladies and gentlemen. The only good things to come out of that
inauguration were the marches all over the country the day after, millions
of people taking to the streets of their own free will, most of them women,
packed in tight, lots of pink hats, lots of signage, earnest, vulgar, witty,
a few brilliant ("Take your broken heart and make it art"), and all of it
rather civil and good-humored. That's the great America I grew up in. It's
still here.
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