Nicole isn’t the only person doing a slight freak-out over Trump’s idiotic tweets about starting WWIII. Progressives are, of course, but we’ve been screaming at the tops of our lungs since he was elected.
While Republican lawmakers are mostly either guardedly supportive or silent due to their collective problem with spinal-collapse-in-the-face-of-mid-terms, the average citizen is saying WTF?
But you see, this is not the time for hand-wringing.
In the first place, the man bloviates. He does it a lot. Right now, he’s facing a really big problem personally, and that’s the prospect of his long-time attorney flipping on him and becoming Mueller’s bitch. Like a small child, when Trump gets upset, he lashes out, and lashing out at Russia does a couple of things. It makes him look all decisive and strong, it relieves some of his anxiety, and it says to the country, “See? I’m not in cahoots with Putin. I never, ever or I wouldn’t threaten him now.”
Some new shiny thing will catch his attention in a few minutes and he’ll veer off that way.
But let’s talk about the idea of a “citizens’ press conference.” Seriously, stop laughing. I know. But stop laughing.
Here’s the idea. We make this collective statement to the press. It represents the citizens of the United States, or even the citizens of the commonwealth of Kentucky. Who gets to write it? Quinten? (Oh, yeah, he can’t do that. I forgot.) Okay, who?
I am being serious here. Who writes it? Who delivers it to the press? What gives that person the authority to do that? That person, whoever writes it, is representing me, supposedly. Don’t I get a say in what is said in it?
How do we go about letting me have my say?
Let’s assume we have a big meeting in Louisville to decide. Who gets to speak? Everyone can’t speak or we’ll be there for three centuries.
Furthermore, we’re making this statement to “the Russians” or “the Chinese” or “the Syrians.” Exactly who is that? The Russian, Chinese, or Syrian governments? The people of those countries? Who?
What if the people of Russia, or China, or Syria got together and held a “citizens press conference” to tell the United States that they want nothing to do with any of this? Would that matter? If they directed such a statement to me, would it make any difference? If they directed a statement like that to Trump, do you think for a single second it would matter? Do you seriously believe that Putin or Xi Jinping or al-Assad would give a single shit about what I think?
But the important thing here is the idea of making a collective statement in the first place and who gets to decide what it says.
The only way to do that is to choose a representative (or a small group of representatives, a committee) to do it for us.
I’ll pause a minute and let you think about that.
In the commonwealth of Kentucky, we do it here.
On the federal level, it’s here.
When you refuse to participate, you forfeit your right to have a say. Oh, you can still voice your opinion, but it’s meaningless. You don’t have a microphone. You can put your opinion on Facebook if you like along with the fifty bazillion other opinions out there, but that’s not a “citizens press conference.” That’s your lone voice crying amidst the masses, and it is drowned out before the words leave your phone.
Dear God, someone stop this man before he kills us all!
We already tried that. You made fun of us for doing so. Remember?
Okay, you never took him seriously. (“Serious” is used an adverb in your sentence and therefore has to have “ly” added to it. You aren’t in any way qualified to teach anyone anything, and certainly not the English language.)
Are you taking him seriously now? Is it all a big joke now? You hoped he’d win, because that’s what “we” deserve. You do understand that a nuclear war doesn’t care if you declared that you were opting out, don’t you? As it falls on your head and/or the fallout heads your way, it won’t care.
Still giggling, Nicole? Is it still funny?
But of course, this was the excuse. It was the excuse for a lot of people.
And this meme, of course, was designed to elect Trump. Nicole didn’t understand that when she posted it. She was being used as a pawn without realizing it.
It was designed to make Hillary look like the worse choice, and since Trump was so awful, if Hillary was worse, then the best thing to do was nothing at all. So that’s what a whole lot of people did. People who refused to vote for Trump were convinced not to vote at all.
And here we are.
But you know, our government was not founded by a bunch of dumbasses. The Constitution hasn’t survived this long because it’s a stupid document. It was pure genius at the time. It remains a good form of government, and it basically anticipated the problem that might occur if a complete idiot, or a crazy person became president.
It anticipated the problem by not putting absolute power in the hands of any one branch of government. There are three branches.
Right now, the judicial branch (in the form of Robert Mueller) is doing its job, slowly, methodically, and I hope inexorably.
The legislative branch is not. The legislative branch at the moment is lying on a gurney in the emergency room on life support. It’s hemorrhaging members. A record number (the most in my lifetime) of Republican congressmen aren’t seeking reelection, because they pretty much know that they won’t win. The ones who remain are suffering from a common ailment known as “no-spine” that occurs when a politician is scared shitless of being voted out.
The legislative branch of government has the power to stop the executive dead in the water. Stop him cold. He can’t make law. He can’t declare war. He won’t be able to do shit except tweet vehemently and scream at his aides.
But to do that, we have to stop the hemorrhaging and get the legislative branch up on its feet again. We have to give it a transfusion, a big one, a huge, enormous Democratic transfusion.
We need to have a citizens press conference and tell the legislative branch to do its job.
The press conference is called an “election.”
To voice your opinion, to have a say, you have to register to vote and go to the polls. And after you show up, you have to make some choices. They aren’t always fun or pleasant choices. Very often, those choices involve deciding between the lesser of two evils, or sometimes between the more desirable of two sort of “meh” representatives.
What comes to mind immediately for me is the gubernatorial election here in Kentucky that got us Bevin. The guy running against him was Jack Conway. I cannot abide Jack Conway. He’s a Democrat. He shares many of my values and views. But I don’t like him. He’s kind of smarmy and smug and entitled and I just don’t like him. Dave and I went to hear him speak once and we were not impressed.
But faced with the choice of Bevin the Lunatic and Conway the Smarmy Guy, I had to suck it up and do what I didn’t really want to do and vote for Conway. I would have loved a different, better choice, but I didn’t have one. They call this adulting.
The truth is that to get an electoral slate that I would totally agree with, I would have to run personally for every office. It would have to be my name on the ballot on every line. I suspect that’s pretty much true for most of us.
Right now, there is not one single person representing me that I voted for. No one. Every person I voted for in the last election lost. The governor, the state representative for my district, the congressman from my district, the two senators from Kentucky, the president. They all suck massive amounts of dirt. I rarely agree with any of them about anything. I have never voted for any of them and never will.
Furthermore, when we go to the polls here in our area, the poll workers always are reasonably polite until we get our ballots and they realize we’re Democrats and then everything gets stony silent. They aren’t openly rude, but it’s not a pleasant experience. I hate doing it. It’s discouraging. It’s actually a little bit demoralizing.
But I walk in there anyway. I vote anyway. Come November, I will vote against every person who represents me that is up for reelection. You might be in a better situation where your representatives are great, and if so, you’re lucky. What is necessary is to vote. So, suck it up, buttercup and just do it.
That’s because I know that if we all vote, we can start that blood transfusion and save the patient, and the patient will save the country. Deciding not to decide will allow the patient to bleed to death.