The Trump Tax Plan Pander Party Revisited

I was so repulsed Wednesday by the dance of the Republican sycophants around the Trumpster as if he were a great man rather than a bubble boy ballooning big,  that I missed something.  While I watched a panel on MSNBC (maybe CNN) yesterday, someone brought up the possibility that the kiss-ass carnival was not to try to fool all of us, but to fool Trump, himself, to make him  think they believe he is as wonderful as he wants us all to.  They fed his hunger for adoration, in hopes to keep him in a good enough mood that he won’t tarnish the legislative victory tweeting out some childish tantrum.

The Republican leaders figure if all the praise is heaped on Trump, he’ll be on a high for days, just basking in the manufactured after glow.   At least if they heap all the praise on him, he won’t get jealous of them.  That theory fits with a number of comments and reports I have read over the course of his rise as to who he is.

Back in 2016 the humorously acute political observer Jon Steward called Trump a man-baby:  “He has the physical countenance of a man and a baby’s temperament and hands…”  A temperament that reacts to minor slights as if they were life threatening and then strikes back much harder.  The kind of temperament that requires managing like a child, so it doesn’t get all out of sorts and breaks something.

Much more recently Republican Senator Corker called the White House an “adult day care center”, and he clearly had one adult in mind who needed the child care.

Last week the Washington Post reported that Trump’s daily security briefings are arranged so as the Russian meddling issue and anything else that might upset him do not become the center of attention.  Much effort seems aimed at keeping the boss from going off on an angry tangent.  In other words, he is carefully handled when possible (details here).

Trump’s obsession with not receiving enough credit for his upset presidential victory, along with anything that prompts doubts about its legitimacy – like the Russian probe – confirms the sense he needs constant affirmation.  Not that this is a new insight, but the extent to which the Republicans in Washington acted upon it Wednesday remains startling, at least to me.

At some point yesterday Mitch McConnell was asked if he was bothered by Trump being given literally all the credit for the passage of the bill, as if McConnell and others didn’t deserve more praise themselves.   McConnell responded:  “You don’t expect me to answer that do you?”

No need to answer Mitch.  I get the picture, now.

(and it’s a scary one)

P. S. – The praise for Trump by Republican cabinet members and congress people was so over the top that CNN rated the top 11 grovelers.   If you think Pence was rated #1, well, you’re close, but the competition was real tough.  Here is the:  CNN report 

Donald Trump: The Grinch that is Stealing Reality

Watching Donald Trump at a cabinet “show” this morning patting himself on the back for many so-called successes in his first year as president, I felt sick, like I had been transported to the dystopia of the book 1984 .  He churns out so much B. S. so fast I really can’t handle it anymore.  Fact checkers figure to tear this little talk apart, but so what?

His B. S. machine will go into overdrive on something else tomorrow or soon after.  It feels futile to say anything.  As I’ve said before, it is so easy for him to make things up, and just keep repeating the lies, while it is much work to disprove them.  And the falsehoods keep coming at you like bullets from a machine gun.  And about one-third of our population believes Trump no matter what.

Trump can go on and on acting as if his Trumped up world is real and because he is president no one is in the position to yell:  “Shut the “F” up you lying piece of Sh_t!   Without that bit of corrective action, Trump gets to create his own reality and those in attendance, both in the room and at home, have to just listen, as if we actually believe him.

Watching VP Mike Pence putting his imprimatur on this perverted picture made me even sicker.   He chimed in on how honored he was to serve the great man, how grateful to be in that position and what wonders his boss has created so far.

If Trump is impeached, the fond hope of many of us, the pandering Pence will become president, who is as big of a phony as Trump but in a different way.   He has turned false sincerity into an art form, so I’m hoping he’s impeached, too, and Ryan gets the job.   No matter what you think of him, Ryan  has to be better than the other two.

I was going to say a few things about the tax plan, but since it is hard to write anything today and I feel like an ant looking up at an elephant, I’ll let it slide.  Other than to say the obvious that the Tax Cuts and Jobs Act is not a great gift to the middle class, no matter how often Trump and his minions say it is, and he and his fellow billionaires make out way better than the rest of us, no matter how often he says they’ll actually lose money.  These are two major points that are preposterous falsehoods, reason enough not believe anything Trump says about the bill.  Or for that matter, anything else.

P. S. –  Just to give you a taste of reality in contrast to what Trump is dishing out, check out this interview of Paul Ryan by Savannah Guthrie.   Supported by a statement by Mike Bloomberg, former mayor of New York and ongoing billionaire, Guthrie asks Ryan if he “is living in a fantasy world” to say that the tax bill will help workers.

President Trump as a “Brain-eating Disease.” 

In the other room I hear Trump bloviating about what a wonderful job he’s done about making us a “great, beautiful, crime free country” again.   I have fantasies of parting his hair with a meat cleaver.

His bluster is mostly B. S. at best or misleading or untethered to reality and just plain lies.  What is soul sapping is he seems to pay even less adherence to the truth as time goes by, so much so that the press can’t quite combat it.   He keeps belching forth more mind pollution than our reportorial devices can dissipate.

The Washington Post will need to hire more fact checkers just to handle this one short speech.   And many citizens won’t believe them anyway.  That’s the problem with our traditional belief that truth will prevail in the market place.  Many think the custodians of political truth are so corrupt that they’ll take whatever cockeyed version Trump can come up with as more real.

Another problem is it’s usually so much easier to just make up something than to disprove it these days.  Trump creates new realities with a whim, which take numerous bull dozers of reality checkers to knock down.

And then Trump counters with a simple “fake news” accusation and the score is about even.

Like when Trump claimed three million illegal residents voted.  It takes just one sentence to claim, but it takes a lot of work to actually disprove it.  Think of the work Obama had to do in proving he was born in Hawaii.   How absurd was that?  Trump never produced a shred of evidence, just a crap heap of innuendo was all it took to gain a large following.  I imagine Trump was so surprised that it worked so well he began seeing a path for himself to the presidency.   He saw how easy many of us could be had.

His brag fest this morning shows he has come to the point where reality is whatever suits him.   He assumes that if he repeats it often enough, and bolsters it with more fabrications here and there, his truthiness will win out.

I don’t think that’s entirely impossible.   It’s actually been working pretty well.  Think of the high consumer confidence ratings these days.  I believe much of it is the belief that Trump the businessman will make our lives better.   I believe much of that will be proven false, but that might take months and I wonder how many of his fans will believe the evidence.

I got my title  “brain-eating disease” from Thomas Friedman in an article suggesting we all need to focus on something other than Trump more often.    A columnist and prolific writer of thought-provoking books assessing present trends and the future (a mind set in stark contrast with Trump’s), he describes the president placing commentators  “into a terrible choice: either ignore it all and risk normalizing Trump’s excesses or write about him constantly and risk not having the time to learn and report about the big trends now reshaping the world”.

There is so much happening all over the world that we become increasingly ignorant of because of our 24/7 focus on Trump.

Friedman takes a healthy breather by focusing on impressive technological developments in India, but I fear my case of the Trumps is worse than his.  I feel that the disease has taken hold sufficiently that I’m now an addict beginning to wonder whether they have begun chapters of Trumpaholics Anonymous yet.

I can not think about much else until I come to believe that Trump’s fall is imminent.  Despite the sense the Mueller investigation is slowly tightening a noose, I continue to see Trump in control of the game.  Until I see him in a real pickle, I’ll keep trying to figure out what’s happening with him and how much the brain-eating disease is spreading or being contained.

That’s all this addict can do.

Those of you who actually can see your way clear to look at that vast complicated world outside of Trump’s Gothic City-like Underland might want to check out Friedman’s article on the impressive tech developments in India  here.  It’s a shock to me as I lived in India for 10 months in 1966/67 and thought India, so slow moving, poor and tied to its past, would never change much.