Deconstructing Donald Trump - How Progressives Finally Get The Picture

Donald Trump is not exactly a recondite character.  What you see is what you get.  You may not like it, but there he is, all Sturm und Drang, braggadocio, outrageously incorrect, bombast, and snarky humor. 'Get over it', he says. 

In the decade that Trump has been on the political scene, the Left has tried to discredit him.  They have branded him a racist, homophobe, misogynist, rapist, and crook.  They have filed lawsuit after lawsuit to bring him down, to put him behind bars, to be done with him once and for all.  They have accused him of treason, Constitutional abuse, autocracy, and regal ambitions. 

Nothing has stuck.  Nothing has worked.  He gave Kamala Harris a thrashing at the polls, and in the seven months of his presidency, he has made good on every one of his promises.  He has slashed and burned the bloated, useless Washington bureaucracy.  He has ridiculed and removed absurdist woke notions of race, gender, and ethnicity.  

Voters are coming to realize that apart from the Left's wild, Trump-hating dances of doom, warnings of environmental incineration, and pulp fiction sexuality, there is nothing there.  A palsied St. Vitus' dance; a pie with no filling; a barque with rotting hawsers. 

Bob Muzelle, a social reformer, a dyed-in-the-wool progressive, the son of socialist garment worker activists, community organizers and blacklisted but proud seditionists, was unrepentant and unbowed in his determination to see justice done and to see the great defiler out of office, disgraced, and gone. 

Every day of Trump's presidency was painful to watch.  The more he saw blonde, blue-eyed white women go in and out of the White House, the Oval Office turned into a KKK meeting hall, and the cause of the oppressed black man dismissed and ignored, the more he hated the man and what he stood for. 

But Bob, a Yale man trained in Cartesian logic and the insights of Kant, Schopenhauer, and Paul Weiss, felt he should at least try to deconstruct the President, disassemble the man to make sense of his appeal.  How could such an intellectual fraud, such an imposter, a tout, a political pimp have gotten so far; and how could tens of millions of Americans have voted for him?

What Muzelle and his colleagues missed is that Donald Trump is the first real American president - a loud, uncultured, bullying, crass, and pushy example of the American ethos; a man of Hollywood, Las Vegas, and the streets of New York. A 'So, sue me, fuck you, prove it' kind of guy who escorts tarty women, has more palaces than a pasha, has unmitigated chutzpah and a Borscht Belt crippling humor, and believes in the Wild West. 

For a century, Americans were led by social elites - the Roosevelts of Hyde Park, the Kennedys of Hyannisport, the Bushes of Kennebunk - or political elites, insiders who made government their bread and butter, LBJ and Nixon, poor boys who resented the patrician Harvard Kennedys.  

Finally a real man of the people, Donald Trump, comes along - not only a political populist but a man who subscribes to every American dream - glitz, glamour, arm candy, sequins, and gawdy jewelry.  Fame, big showy, big-busted, silk-suited American fame. 

The Left simply does not to do with the man, so unlike any other politician that has come across their bow.  'Give 'em hell' Harry Truman, as outspokenly prairie as any, was never in the same league as Trump, as foul-mouthed as any barroom brawler, gunslinger, or teamster.  

While the Left desperately hoped for a Kamala Harris victory - not because of her progressive ideas but that she was a black woman, the very embodiment of the racial reconfiguration of America and another step up the social ladder for a black person to the top of the human pyramid - their hopes were dashed completely by this unabashedly white, European-loving, economic primitivist.  

It was not to be.  The Left is scattered, in disarray, and grasping for purchase on a sinking ship.  After decades of social nostrums, political larks, and self-righteous assumptions, they are scrambling for policy.  How indeed, and on what proven principles, historical precedent, philosophical logic would they lead the nation?

Yet, despite the urgency, the abysmal ratings in opinion polls, and the mid-term elections coming up soon, they can only come up with the impossibly unelectable has-beens Kamala Harris, Hillary Clinton, and Bernie Sanders. 

 

Meanwhile the Trump juggernaut gains momentum with executive orders, political fiat, lawsuits, legislative initiatives, restatements of ethos and core foundational principles.  The country was changing right before Bob Muzelle's eyes and he could only stand by and watch.  He was tongue-tied and flummoxed. He sputtered.  He babbled. 

The cat was out of the bag.  The emperor had no clothes on. There were only two sexes, the black man had a long way to go before even touching the bottom rung of the social ladder, the free market, as old as Neanderthal trading of cowrie beads was still alive with a vengeance; and entitlement, racial preference, and feel-good giveaways were things of the past.  

Guns were back on the shelves and open-carry permits now available to all. The development of deadly modern armaments was underway, free speech was back, and the old incorrect Eddie Murphy 'Raw' live performances back in vogue. 

Still Bob hesitated - understanding all this seemed just within his reach when the old bile seeped up his esophagus and choked him.  The old Trump hatred would simply not go away.  It had become so much a part of his personal zeitgeist that he couldn't let go. 

It remains to be seen whether he will at some point look at the parade of white, blonde, spectacularly nubile and beautiful young things walking down Pennsylvania Avenue to the White House and want to join them.  At his age desire is about all he will have, but a man is not a man if he doesn't always want sweet, young, blonde things in bed with him.