What Do Jeff Bezos, Jamie Dimon, Bill Gates, Warren Buffett and Jeb and George Bush Have in Common?

As of late yesterday something like 250,000 people had cancelled their subscriptions to The Washington Post. That’s roughly 10% of their subscriber base. So yeah, not good. I’m a Post subscriber and I didn’t. But I did cancel my Amazon Prime membership. (That’ll show ’em.)

The reason as I’m sure you know, is that the Post’s owner Jeff Bezos, prohibited the paper’s editorial board from making an endorsement in the presidential race … barely a week before the election. (The Post still makes endorsements in local races.) The Post was going to endorse Harris, and Bezos, who has myriad contracts with vital regulatory and financial issues connected to the federal government is justifiably afraid of what Trump could do to him if elected … and pissed off. Never mind Bezos’ blather saying, “What presidential endorsements actually do is create a perception of bias. A perception of non-independence. Ending them is a principled decision, and it’s the right one.”

That folks, is bullshit. What anyone with two eyes, two ears and half a brain fully understands is that Bezos is worried — and with good reason — about what Trump could do to the shareholder value of his sprawling empire. But multi-multi-billionaire Bezos is hardly alone in his fear of Trump 2.0 settling scores with anyone “disloyal” to him.

America’s signature titan of finance, JP Morgan Chase CEO Jamie Dimon, is understood to support Harris over Trump, but will not step out on the record and say so, for the same reasons as Bezos. Said a New York Times story on Dimon’s silence, “Mr. Dimon isn’t making his stance known publicly because he’s fearful that if Mr. Trump is victorious, he could retaliate against the people and companies who publicly opposed his run, his associates said. That’s a concern shared by other powerful corporate executives, and not without reason: Mr. Trump has begun to increase threats of political retribution in recent weeks.

Bezos and Dimon are hardly alone. Even Bill Gates, these days recognized as a progressive-enough philanthropist, is keeping quiet on a risky public choice in this particular election.

Likewise, Warren Buffett is staying on the sidelines this time around. “Warren Buffett is not taking sides in the election despite any online speculation, AI deepfakes or falsehoods that have or may emerge. Buffett, often called the ‘Oracle of Omaha’, has been mostly neutral regarding politics for years. Buffet has been unusually silent in the lead-up to November 5 despite formerly being a vocal advocate of Democrats like Clinton in 2016 and Obama in 2008 and 2012.”

Weasely tech twits like Mark Zuckerberg at Meta/Facebook are of course playing their usual, “We have no role here” game. But that’s what they always do.

The fear Trump strikes in the minds of people like Bezos, Dimon, Gates and Buffett is startling — to me at least. “Startling”, but as I say, understandable. A Trump 2.0 administration stocked with a deep bench of capos far, far more devious and disciplined than 1.0 idiots like Kash Patel, Peter Navarro, Mike Flynn, Rudy Giuliani and on … and on … is a legitimate, real world concern for any executive with responsibilities to investors. Not that that makes their silence any more courageous.

But what, I keep wondering, about Jeb and George W. Bush? What are they afraid of?

I don’t for a second think either Bush coming out and endorsing Harris over Trump would have a decisive impact on voters, even old school country club Republicans. But it couldn’t hurt. A couple silver-haired geezers tallying up their latest dividend statements before teeing off might say to each other, “Sure, she’s a radical socialialist. But if Jeb and W* are with her just this once, maybe I will too. I mean WTF is with that tariff shit?”

Neither Bush has any future in the fully Trumpified Republican party. (Ever notice how W* is never mentioned … ever … by Republican pundits?) But they might feel some restored legitimacy in the event of a Trump-induced GOP blow-out. Maybe. But only if they did the brave thing and stood up before the election and said something.

I mean, I understand W* and Dick Cheney are no longer close. (Letting Dick talk him into an off-the-books trillion dollar 12 year war will do that to a friendship.) But my god, if Dick Cheney, in Wyoming, can summon the guts (and lower) to call Trump a disaster and publicly endorse Harris, what possible reason do the Bush’s have for not doing it?

*Elected not by a majority of voters, but by a 5-4 vote of the Supreme Court.

It’s Boys vs. Girls in This Election

In these days of high anxiety I get a lot people asking, “So who do you think will win?” To which I first say, “I don’t know. No one does.” But then, if they’re truly interested, I add, “Given a straight popular vote, Harris should win by at least four million. But with the Electoral College, where the choices of 150 million people are left in the hands of 70,000 – 80,000 oddballs who don’t ever pay much attention to this stuff, this could go either way.”

If I think they’re really interested I throw in the conventional wisdom that Democrats always need something like 2.1% more popular vote than Republicans just to make up for the built-in disadvantages the Electoral College. And then, if their eyes haven’t completely glazed over and they’ve wandered back to check on some not-too vital football game, I offer the fairly scientific opinion that this election is a matter of “Boys v Girls”.

Poll after poll shows a startling gap in enthusiasm, with men preferring Trump by 20% or more over Harris and women in some cases supporting Harris by closer to 30% over Trump. Some of this can be attributed to nothing more complicated than standard-issue gender identification, with the added understanding that many men, no matter who the candidates, will never vote for a woman. “Too emotional”, y’know.

But in 2024, studies continue to show that men, particularly younger, so-called “blue collar” men are steadily falling behind their female counterparts in terms of education and earning levels. Currently, over 60% of college degrees are being earned by women, a dramatic shift from even 20 years ago. The explanations for this are murkier. But one worth considering is that more men than women failed to react effectively to the great shift from a physical labor-to-information econmy. Put another way, men have held to the view that they were entitled to good-paying, low-education jobs. Work that required nothing more of them than muscle and the willingness to put in eight hours a day.

In my mind I add a couple other dimensions to this very real trend. One, an anecodote admittedly, is a line from a book by retired CIA director Michael Hayden. In his view, after analyzing data from post-election surveys in 2016 he concluded that the most reliable indicator of a Trump voter was someone still living within 25 miles of where they grew up. Whether far rural Kansas or Staten Island, New York.

A more recent data point shows the wide-and-getting-wider gulf between more and less-educated voters, with the former migrating towards Democrats and the latter toward (Trump-era) Republicans.

And to this you say, “This is supposed to surprise me?”

And I get that. But the “within 25 miles” business is interesting, especially when you see these Trump rallies so ften set in rural-to-far-exurban areas. No doubt there are a few hedge fund/private equity bros in those MAGA crowds, cheering on a looming era of carnivorous deregulation. But the — fair — guess is that the seething, beating heart of these gatherings are men, mainly, who have never ventured far from where they grew up.

And why? Because they liked small town, rural life and fresh air too much to think of leaving in pursuit of a higher (economic) standard of living? Or because life in or closer to a large city was simply too scary and intimidating a prospect to them? Being as places like big “liberal” cities are full of people and cultures too alien and uncomfortable for them to understand … or so they’re told by the perpetually reaffirming sources they trust most?

Now obviously there are a significant number of women at MAGA rallies. No group of any kind is monolithic. But as an old movie critic, I can tell you plenty of women tag along with their boyfriends/husbands to see lunk-head, ultra-macho “action” films like “Rambo” and “Death Wish” back in the day or disposable junk like “Hard Kill” today. Those gals, loyal by tradition, “support” their men, come what may whatever they think.

The point here is that where a profound shift has taken firm hold among women in terms of making an an effort to gain more education, adapt to the modern world and achieve professional-level standards of living, men are backsliding. Instead of getting more training after the factory or mine closes and maybe moving to where work pays more, they remain in place, close to what is familiar, working minimum-wage jobs … and growing ever more bitter toward “the elites” and/or “government” for failing them, as though they were entitled by race and gender to the same comfortable life the recall their fathers having.

So ,,, in my mind this election will come down to which of these groups, angry, self-pitying men or ambitious, self-motivated women gets up off their butts and votes.

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The Truly, Deeply Fateful Impact of “The Apprentice.”

I’ll get to my brief one (and only) private chat with Donald Trump in a moment. But first a quick review of the book I’m currently reading.

You may have heard mention somewhere of “Lucky Loser: How Donald Trump Squandered His Father’s Fortune and Created the Illusion of Success.” I seriously doubt the book, by two Pulitzer Prize winners from (the failing) New York Times has got anything beyond a sneering mention within the Trump bubble. But outside of it, in the reality-based world, it is already considered the most definitive account of Trump’s family/psychological roots, finances and myth creation.

Serious reviews are plentiful, so I won’t belabor what so many others have already said. In summary the key takeaway of Trump the rich child-turned-celebrity tycoon is that he has always been what he is today, which, in the parlance of our times, as The Dude would say, is “a dick.” A dick as a cushioned rich kid with a cold, aggressive father. A dick as a young adult already pretending to be something far better and more accomplished than he put any effort into actually being. A dick as a burgeoning developer living off over $400 million of his father’s money, losing millions more and already screwing over contractors and business partners. A dick as a relentlessly self-promoting hedonistic tabloid celebrity. And yeah, a dick with a megalomaniacal impulse towards politics.

In short … a dick. Plain and pretty simple.

The authors, Susanne Craig and Russ Buettner, have been on the Trump finances/myth creation story for almost 10 years now. They broke the first story about his taxes — the 1995 return that showed he had lost more money, over $950 million dollars, than any individual in America that year — and the blockbuster 2018 Times story that laid out the layers of outright fraud and tax evasion his father and he used to build the fortune that Trump quickly squandered on failed casinos and absurd over-spending on vanity projects.

All that is fascinating for the level of character detail the two provide. But the heart of the book and explosive moment of Trump’s mythology is the section where he meets the producer of what would become “The Apprentice” and how that guy, Mark Burnett, with a team of skilled set designers and editors, created the Trump that Trump went on to convince tens of millions of Americans he is … as starkly opposed to the silly, bankruptcy-burdened caricature Burnett & Co. discovered when they first met him at Trump Tower.

So it was a warm night at Universal City out in LA. It was the Television Critics Summer Press Tour with the garish amusement park as the evening’s setting for NBC to hype its fall shows. It’s an event where sit-com stars, producers and network execs submit to mingling with badly dressed newspaper writers from the hinterlands and affect much bonhomie over free drinks and sumptuous buffets.

I was alone at a linen-covered bistro table nursing a beverage and picking at a platter of three-star chow when I looked up and saw Trump standing next to me, searching the horizon for someone more recognizable (and valuable) than yours truly.

“Having a good time?,” I remember asking, thinking that for a billionaire mega-developer throwing up gigantic buildings all over the planet, this dog-and-pony shtick with the mewling press had to be a grim chore.

“It’s ok. I don’t mind it,” said Trump.

Since he didn’t immediately move on to either NBC boss Jeff Zucker or the sit-com co-star hottie in the low-cut dress, I dug down for whatever I could find on Donald Trump, the builder-developer-turned-reality TV host. Remembering him best for the constant satirical savaging he got from Spy magazine back in the ’80s, I put that in my back pocket and instead asked him a developer-based question about the then skyrocketing price of steel brought on by China’s surge of construction.

He said something about the way China was cornering the market on steel and how bad it was for guys like him, and then he moved on with a parting, “See ya.”

And that was that. Not much at all. Perfunctory as hell. But as he ambled off, in no big hurry, all I could think was, “Isn’t that guy … you know … busy? As in too busy for this?” I mean, where does he find time to do a night glad-handing dorky writers much less a cheesy weekly TV show? Who’s running things back at headquarters?

“Lucky Loser” explains in detail why Trump was there in Universal City that night. For all intents and purposes he was broke. He desperately needed the check he was getting from Burnett and NBC. He wasn’t really building anything, so much as concocting screwy licensing deals that would slap his name on buildings other people were developing.

But all that changed — dramatically — with Burnett’s “reimagining” of Trump the billionaire tycoon. The tycoon millions of viewers saw in ‘The Apprentice’s” now notoriously fictitious opening credit sequence, with Trump in his chopper suggesting every bit the image of The Man Who Built Manhattan.

For me the Trump Myth Creation story really begins there. It begins with the millions of viewers who quite simple-mindedly believed what Burnett created for them. For many other adults looking at a TV show, “Law & Order” or “The Rockford Files” depending on how far you want to go back, their minds shift into a “a suspension of disbelief.” They accept what they see as a theatrical concoction and go along for the escapist pleasure of the experience. But they don’t believe. They don’t accept it as reality.

But then the average TV drama doesn’t have actors/performers springboarding out into the public sphere continuing the on-screen performance. James Garner never walked around Hollywood pretending he was Jim Rockford. And I seriously doubt Gary Oldman drops into is favorite London pub trying to convince the other patrons he is Jackson Lamb from ‘Slow Horses.” People like that leave the act, the pretense, on the sound stage.

But not Trump. The Trump Mark Burnett created was the Trump Trump desperately wanted be. What Burnett and NBC were selling was the Trump Trump desperately wanted the tabloid/reality TV inhaling public to believe he was. Namely, the unequivocally successful, billionaire Trump. Not the bankrupt, cartoonishly self-aggrandizing figure serious New York developers and bankers knew him to be and wanted nothing to do with. And not the fading, fattening, down-on-his-luck playboy in dated, funky smelling offices Burnett and team encountered at Trump Tower.

The point here is that it worked. Beyond anyone’s wildest imaginings. Not just a hit TV show. But a myth that bored so deep into the minds of tens of millions of celebrity-obsessed American adults that they believed, accepted and embraced Trump as a master class billionaire. And therefore they believed the famous character in the lavish office they knew from TV was someonat who could “fix” everything they saw as wrong with America.

The suspension of disbelief, or lack thereof I should say, has proven so facile, powerful and seductive it could well be on a verge of shifting the course of the United States, Ukraine and the world for the next generation.

Well done, Mark Burnett.

“It’s Just … So … Stupid.”

Trump's bond with GOP deepens after primary wins, FBI search | AP News

I probably shouldn’t, but given our common moment here in October 2024, I occasionally allow myself to luxuriate in a dreamy reverie. About what, you ask? Well … about a day when I don’t have to give Donald Trump a single thought. Not so much as a second of my attention. A day when — like magic — he is simply gone. Ignored and fully forgotten. And the constant grinding idiocy stops.

That would be a day when I don’t have to react to the astonishing stupidity of claims that migrants from “Haitia” are eating cats and dogs in Ohio. That the vice-president of the United States waved 13,000 serial killers into the country, and that such momicidal maniacs are now everywhere in the country, slashing throats and raping women, (or, who knows, maybe even cats and dogs … I mean … people are saying.)

A day when I don’t have to listen to red-faced BS about children leaving home for school in the morning and returning a different sex in the afternoon … because surgeries were forced on them by that same vice-president. Or that the government, (controlled top to bottom by the vice-president) is spending taxpayer money giving gender-changing operations to prisoners. And that the current government is either, A: Geo-engineering hurricanes to strike only Trump voters, and/or B: Letting Trump voters and only Trump voters rot in their flood-ravaged houses while giving out millions of rescue dollars to … well, those 13,000 migrant/serial killers, I’m assuming.

The fundamental question to all this is pretty much what it has been since Trump metastasized in to our consciousness 10 years ago. Namely, “How Stupid Do You Have to Be to Believe Any of This?”, or, even you think it’s just a long-running act of morbid performance art, “Why Would You Think Someone Saying This Shit, Hour After Hour, Day After Day, Should Hold the Fate of the World in His Hands?”

Right now, a month before the election, it’s so bad the current President of the United States had to go on national TV during a monster hurricane and deny that the government (his and the vice-president’s government) is not controlling the weather, i.e. aiming hurricanes at Trump voters. Said a semi-incredulous Joe Biden to the American public, “It’s just so stupid.”

But that’s where we are. In 2024. In what is arguably the most technologically advanced society the planet has ever known. A society that has robots rolling across the cold deserts of Mars and has commenced what may well be the greatest evolutionary leap in the 4.5 billion year record of life on this generally unremarkable rock, namely Artificial Intelligence.

Which brings me to the latest book by one of my go-to guys for educated thoughtfulness, Yuval Noah Harari, the Israeli historian-philosopher., perhaps best known for his 2015 book, “Sapiens.”

AI and the future of humanity | Yuval Noah Harari at the Frontiers Forum -  YouTube

This one, titled, “Nexus: A Brief History of Information Networks from the Stone Age to AI” argues (among many things) that more information is not necessarily a good thing, in terms of contributing to a more rational society. He points out that in the first decades after Gutenberg’s printing press the “knowledge-seeking” world did not consume high-minded scriptures so much as lunatic tomes about witch-hunting and a lot of other stuff that appealed to (very) fundamental fears, superstitions and human’ primordial fascination with simplistic notions and mysticism.

Here’s a particularly good longer-form interview with Harari.

Few things infuriate the Trump base more than suggesting they suffer from some form of inadequately-evolved mental dysfunction, some entirely natural, physiological twist of brain engineering that invariably incites their appeal for … well … superstition, mystical thinking and fear-stoking nonsense. But that may very well be the case.

In evolutionary terms we are not even a blink of an eye further evolved from the alchemy and witch-hunting hysterias of the 16th century. Our amygdalas, left frontal lobes and limbic systems aren’t significantly better tuned for rational thinking today then they were 500 years ago. Maybe in another 1000 years. But not today.

Not with the way, as Harari argues, the algorithms of our nascent social media information industry can so easily inflame our mental processes. Not with how they can overwhelm rational thinking by seducing us with the fears and prejudices that motivate us most and the sense of an enormous community out there that sees the world precisely as we do.

That would be a world where the vice-president … a woman … of non-white heritage .. and a Democrat … from San Francisco … opposing a candidate who says he’s not only a self-made billionaire but God’s avenging angel sent to Earth in an act of retribution … a leader who tells us only he can protect us from 13,000 serial killers running amuck … amid the fury of targeted, liberal-engineered hurricanes aimed at true Americans.

I wish I had a better word for it all. Maybe I could linger longer in my Trump Free reverie. But I don’t. So I can’t.

So I snap out of it, look around, and am left, as I have for a decade now, saying simply and bluntly, “It’s just SO stupid.”

Walz on Substance. Vance on Style.

WATCH: VP debate Tuesday between J.D. Vance, Tim Walz

It’d be a much different world if style and appeal didn’t count for so much in human affairs. If unadorned virtues of knowledgeability, honesty and competency were all that mattered … well, I’d take my chances with that world.

Sadly we’ve only got this world and cosmetics matter … a lot. Which is why last night’s VP debate between JD Vance, as slick a practitioner of the cunning media arts as we have at the moment, and our guy Tim Walz, a mostly ingenuous political bus driver, ended in a tie in so many people’s eyes.

On substance it was Walz in a walk. You can’t outright lie and bullshit as much as Vance did and score any points for veracity. But Vance understood the game he was playing last night better than Walz did. Which largely explains the uneasiness that settled over me a few minutes in as he began referring to “Tim” and proffering how much they actually had in common. That “bro” vibe seduced Walz into playing along, as a fundamentally cordial, non-confrontational Minnesota guy is wont to do.

The tones and verbiage of camaraderie Vance used sucked Walz into competing with Vance as though he were a guy who hasn’t been saying all the noxious, racist, unabashedly assholish things he’s been saying during the campaign. It may also explain why instead of dropping the guillotine on Vance when he pirouetted around his frequent, unequivocal support for a national abortion ban, he instead made his and Harris’ impassioned support for women’s basic freedoms.

It was heartfelt, sincere and a politically viable response … but it failed to leave viewers with the fair and accurate impression that Vance is both a liar and a deeply cynical huckster.

I don’t know, but I hope that the primary takeaway from the night was the closing exchange over January 6 and Vance’s refusal to say that Trump lost in 2020 and that he’ll accept a loss if it happens next month. Walz, who most pundits agree sounded steadier in the second half, prosecuted that piece of fundamental MAGA claptrap quite well, although, were it me, I would have given the whole “dangerous and delusional” thing a few more whacks of the verbal hammer.

As for Walz’ truly cringy response to saying he was in Beijing for the Tiananmen Square massacre, his debate prep clearly didn’t arm him for that one. (True, it only popped up in the news a day before … but still.)

Again, were it me, I would have gone with what it sounded like he wanted to go with when he described himself as capable of “being a knucklehead” sometimes.

What ordinary guy you might run into at the hardware store isn’t, or hasn’t been a knucklehead at some point?

“Yeah, I got out ahead of my skis on that one. I don’t know what I was trying to say other than I was in China that summer. A knucklehead moment to be sure. But it happens. If you don’t believe me ask my wife.

“So yes. My apologies for that. But get back to me if you ever hearing me lying about an election I lost and inciting a riot to attack the Capitol.”

Kamala Makes Kibble Out of Trump

I strongly suspect that 20, 30, 50 years from now last night’s debate will be remembered best for … cats. For a 79 year-old American presidential candidate angrily asserting that he saw something “on TV” … about something on Facebook ... where someone was talking about something someone’s daughter somewhere heard … from a friend … that might have happened; namely that “migrant” darkies in Ohio are eating other people’s dogs and cats.

Jeeezus … .

Whatever else can be said conclusively about the face-off between Trump and Kamala Harris, including the indisputable facts that she was prepared, poised and looked presidential while he was, as usual, glum, angry and frequently incoherent, its that Trump’s act never plays well outside the thick MAGA bubble. By the time the 90 minutes were up and Trump had done his usual dystopian riffing, a lot of people other than just smug elitists like me, feet up on the ottoman, sipping a beverage, had to look around and ask, “What the hell country is he talking about?”. The United States? Today? A country in “tremendous decline”, in an absolutely miserable condition, “Venezuela on steroids”, overrun by “millions of hardened criminals”, with prices up “70-80-90-%” and “nuclear war” being the next sound we hear?

Good god, man. Seek help. Take the meds Melania is pushing on you. (Ok Donny, be careful with that. Have someone else test them first, maybe Eric, because with you and that pre-nup you gotta be careful.) But good lord, talk about hysterical. Just what everyone wants in a commander-in-chief.

We all know that his fear and horror shtick plays with the sad, low information goobers and goob-ettes following his rallies around the country. But out in public? in the real world? In front of millions of people who, correctly, think a guy ranting about “migrants” eating your cat is probably having a stroke? It just sounds … you know … weird.

By the time ABC cut to a commercial at the one hour mark, the vote was in. Harris cleaned Trump’s clock. With remarkable ease. Another example of what being a good student, preparing for the job at hand and having a full understanding of who exactly your opponent is can do for you.

I have no idea what this smackdown will do for “undecided” voters. But Democratic strategists have to have revitalized confidence that Trump has no other act to work with. He’s got nothing but same very old, very tired, very weird shtick. Period. There is no policy to jab back with. Asked about the nine years he’s been promising an alternative to Obamacare, “in the coming weeks” he said what? That he has, “a concept of a plan”? What in god’s name does that even mean?

It’s no wonder Harris challenged him to another debate before last night’s match. The man remains the preposterous, incompetent fool he’s always been. Out in a farm field with flags a-flyin’ and red hats a-bobbin’ the crowd is thrilled to believe Democrats are killing babies after birth. But in front of cameras beaming him back to people who can read and know the world isn’t flat, that Ted Nugent isn’t the greatest patriot and musical act of our era and that they aren’t barricading their front doors against a zombie horde of Haitian cat eaters … he sounds 101% batshit.

I plead with some Nobel-winning behavioral scientist/social psychologist to explain to me how 70 million people living in the United States in the 21st century can believe anything he says, including the part about eating cats.

Will ABC, Muir and Davis Stop the “Sane-Washing” of Donald Trump?

In the last debate, barely 10 weeks ago, Joe Biden’s performance was so bad it was the only talking point in the smoking aftermath. But … had he performed less badly there would have been a larger, more vigorous conversation about the performance of CNN’s moderators, Jake Tapper and Dana Bash.

Amid the Biden wreckage Tapper and Bash were generally credited for running a smooth, straight forward, professional ship. They successfully deflected (muted) complaints that they did nothing to fact check Trump’s usual blizzard of lies and absurd exaggerations. “Not our job,” was basically their response.

Leading up to this evening’s Harris-Trump face-off, the issue of where smoothly professional, above the fray, just-asking-the-questions-here, let-the-viewers-decide journalism separates from acknowledging the reality everyone fully understands is a hotter, more salient topic than it was 10 weeks ago. Trump has gotten that much more incoherent and vulgar. Namely, to re-state the obvious, we aren’t tuning in to Dwight Eisenhower going face-to-face with Adlai Stevenson. (They never debated FWIW.)

One of the candidates this evening has built an astonishing cult of personality by violating every tradition and protocol of normal politics. This obvious fact (again) powerfully suggests that the smooth, Big J journalism embodied tonight by ABC’s David Muir and Linsey Davis needs to adjust to a significantly, substantially different fact of life. A reality that bears little resemblance to the polite and orderly decorum of their grandparents, much as they and we might wish otherwise.

Within the (likely shrinking) circles of people who care about sustaining a vibrant press there has been a flurry of debate recently over mainstream journalism’s “sane-washing” of Donald Trump. The complaint ties directly to the unambiguous fact that after a decade of wrestling with the man’s act professional fact gatherers still have not figured out a way to respond to someone leading a revolution of 60-70 million people despite and/or because he has no respect for the truth … as well as unabashed contempt for the profession asking him questions.

Examples of the current debate can be found in: Margaret Sullivan’s post on “sane-washing.” A Michael Tomasky column in The New Republic. Greg Sargent, also in The New Republic. And a substack piece by James Fallows that is generally credited for reigniting this controversy. (HT to Jim Boyd for that one.)

The gist of it all is that professional journalists are — for a variety of reasons — reluctant (or is it “trepidatious”?) to describe what they hear Trump say and see him doing. Reluctantly certainly to report in the kind of specific language and vernacular understandable to general reader/viewership. To call a lie a :”lie”, or to describe a comment as “incoherent” or, god forbid, “utter nonsense”, contradicts their training and fundamental ethos.

They have been taught — and hired for their current jobs — with the virtues of propriety and “fairness” firmly in mind … even when “fairness” means distorting the obvious reality to make it appear more proper.

If not outright fear, journalists like Tapper, Bash, Muir and reporters at regional outlets like the Star Tribune and local TV have credible reasons for trepidation. Reporting and fact-checking daily on Trump’s ludicrous lies, blithering incoherence and constant vulgarity risks instantaneous and irrational blowback from Trump’s public. Blowback from his base frequently comes disturbing threats of violence and — more significantly — puts the reporter and paper/TV station in the position of devoting dozens of hours and human resources defending itself from attacks. Attacks on their reputation that increase the likelihood of financial consequences in terms of lowered ratings, fewer subscriptions and impact on shareholder value.

The fact Trump understands the mainstream media’s self-imposed restraints on its coverage of him hardly makes the situation better. He knows they’ve tied themselves in knots in order to preserve their status of “fairness” and “balance.”

What I’ll be looking for from Muir and Davis tonight are questions to Trump (in particular) that focus on his most consequential lies and bar stool bombast.

For example:

Will they ask him, first if not early in the evening, what basis he has for still claiming the 2020 election was “rigged” or “stolen”? And will they respond by noting that 63 courts and his own election guru said otherwise?

Will they ask him if he will accept the results of this election … even if he loses?

Will they ask him how exactly he intends to deport 10-12 million immigrants and what he means when he regularly refers to the process as being “bloody?”

Will they ask him to explain how tariffs, essentially a sales tax paid by American consumers, will improve the financial well-being of middle-class Americans?

Will they ask him why he re-posted an on-line “joke” that Kamala Harris provided sexual favors to advance her career?

And of course, with a nod to journalistic fairness, they should put the same questions to Harris … .

However it goes tonight, the question of how professional journalists, some famous and very well paid, continue to cover a rogue operator like Trump will remain vital to the health of not just their profession, but this “democratic experiment”, as the wonks like to call it.

I fail to see how maintaining the attitude that, “We’re not going to ask the most pertinent and obvious quesation out fear of being criticized”, reinvigorates a floundering profession.

The job of reporting “without fear or favor” comes with risks. It comes with having to tell people things they don’t want to hear, and being called names (and worse) for it. It’s not a business you get in to because you really, really want to be liked.

Trump, Vance and Deep Thinking on the Cost of Child Care.

Former US President and Republican presidential candidate Donald Trump speaks at the Economic Club of New York on September 5, 2024. Trump announced during his speech that if elected president he would appoint Tesla CEO Elon Musk to lead an audit of government spending and implement "drastic" reform. Trump said at Musk's suggestion, he would "create a government efficiency commission tasked with conducting a complete financial and performance audit of the entire federal government," with musk as its chief. (Photo by David Dee Delgado / AFP) (Photo by DAVID DEE DELGADO/AFP via Getty Images)

Among the tens of thousands of things that infuriate the living bejeezus out of me is the line you hear from MAGA’s wannabe deep thinkers. It goes more or less like this: “Well yeah, Trump may say some strange things, but I’ll vote for him because I like his policies.”

Upon hearing that several things immediately run through my mind, beginning with, “Policies? Trump? What the f**k are you talking about? The guy wouldn’t know a ‘policy’ from a bucket of fried poultry.” The next thing is a variation on the old line about Newt Gingrich. “Gingrich is the kind of guy dumb people think smart people sound like.” Only in this case its, “By dropping in the word ‘policy’ you’re trying to make me think you’re not as clueless as you otherwise appear.”

With both Trump and Vance talking about the cost of child care yesterday and being asked about their specific policies to drive it down, this is as good a time as any to remind voters than neither of these con artists has given two seconds thought to a serious policy to deal with anything, much less the cost of child care in the USA.

Vance’s inspired notion was to encourage people to drag their aging parents and relatives into the cycle of regular child care. You know, cuz granny and gramps didn’t get enough of daily child care back when they were raising you. But more importantly, MAGA nation, let’s see some bootstrapping out there instead of expecting the government to solve all your problems.

Trump was hit with the same question at an event with the Economic Club of New York. His response is today’s (or at least this morning’s) talker.

Allow me to provide a video link and a transcript of the question and his entirely typical blithering response.

Reshma Saujani, founder of the nonprofit organization Girls Who Code, prefaced her question by noting that childcare outpaces inflation and costs the economy more than $122 billion annually.

“If you win in November,” she wondered, “can you commit to prioritizing legislation to make childcare affordable, and, if so, what specific piece of legislation will you advance?”

(Do note the word “specific.” And feel free to assess “mental acuity.”)

Trump: “Well, I would do that, and we’re sitting down—you know, I was, somebody, we had Senator Marco Rubio, and my daughter Ivanka was so impactful on that issue. It’s a very important issue. But I think when you talk about the kind of numbers that I’m talking about, that—because look, child care is childcare, it’s—couldn’t, you know, it’s something, you have to have it, in this country you have to have it.

But when you talk about those numbers compared to the kind of numbers that I’m talking about by taxing foreign nations at levels that they’re not used to—but they’ll get used to it very quickly—and it’s not gonna stop them from doing business with us, but they’ll have a very substantial tax when they send product into our country. Those numbers are so much bigger than any numbers that we’re talking about, including childcare, that it’s going to take care.

We’re gonna have—I look forward to having no deficits within a fairly short period of time, coupled with the reductions that I told you about on waste and fraud and all of the other things that are going on in our country, because I have to stay with childcare. I want to stay with childcare, but those numbers are small relative to the kind of economic numbers that I’m talking about, including growth, but growth also headed up by what the plan is that I just—that I just told you about.

We’re gonna be taking in trillions of dollars, and as much as childcare is talked about as being expensive, it’s relatively speaking not very expensive compared to the kind of numbers we’ll be taking in. We’re gonna make this into an incredible country that can afford to take care of its people, and then we’ll worry about the rest of the world.

Let’s help other people, but we’re going to take care of our country first. This is about America first. It’s about ‘Make America Great Again.’

We have to do it because right now we’re a failing nation, so we’ll take care of it. Thank you. Very good question. Thank you.”

And at this, as you can see in the video, most of the assembled panelists … APPLAUDED!

So I ask again, “WTF?”

How can a culture as advanced in so many ways as the Unites States in 2024 listen to anything Trump and his minions say and ask anything other than WT Actual F?

Fact-Checkers in the Trump Era

I’m a fanboy of journalist fact-checkers. With all of the myths floating around politics and social media, that service has never been more necessary.

But in many ways, Trump has fact-checking journalists unable to make sense of his dizzying manipulations. Tom Tomorrow’s “This Modern World” explains in this insightful ‘toon.

At least two things are in play with fact-finding in the Trump era. First, journalists are confronted with a steady stream of tens of thousands of Trump’s lies — over 30,000 lies in Trump’s first four years alone. Because there are so many Trump lies to run down, journalists seem to feel obliged to scold Harris in roughly equal measure.

Trump era reporters want to appear balanced, even if the amount of lying and misleading between the two major party candidates is clearly out of balance. For this reason, some of the Harris scolds sometimes get to be a stretch, as the Tom Tomorrow cartoon satirizes.

The other Trump tendency that ties fact-checkers into knots is this: Trump famously takes multiple conflicting positions on many issues. His policy positions are consistently inconsistent.

Therefore, a Trump opponent attempting to characterize Trump’s record and positions perfectly accurately would require them to articulate lengthy explanations of Trump’s dizzying number of contradictions. That simply isn’t practical for a Trump opponent trying to be clear and concise on the campaign trail.

Abortion is a recent example. Trump has repeatedly boasted about overturning Roe abortion rights. But now that this “achievement” is clearly unpopular with impacted women, two-thirds of whom want abortion to be legal in all or most cases, Trump is claiming he will oppose policies that continue to limit or block abortions on a national level.

Forget that Trump’s record of overturning Roe says more about his position than any spin he subsequently uses. Forget that the Project 2025 playbook written by 28 of Trump’s top aides clearly lays out new ways for Trump to ban more types of abortions in more states, and that Trump has never specifically said he wouldn’t implement those things.

No, now when Harris points out that Trump wants to take away reproductive freedom, the ever-earnest fact-checkers have declared that she must point out that Trump has also taken a different position recently. They say that Harris’s failure to note Trump’s walkback spin makes her less than truthful.

That kind of fact-checking inadvertently misleads readers, many of whom only read the fact-checkers’ headlines and labels (e.g. “Kamala Harris’s Attack of Trump on Abortion Is Misleading”). The headline fails to note that Trump’s frequent lies are at the heart of Harris’s struggle to concisely characterize Trump’s ever-changing positions.

The New York Times’ David Leonhardt explains the strategy behind Trump’s walkbacks that aren’t walkbacks.

It’s become a pattern: President Trump says something outrageous. He later grudgingly retracts his statement, or members of his administration retract it on his behalf. And then he quickly undermines the retraction.

So what explains it? What could Trump possibly be accomplishing with this blatant dissembling?

Something important and devious, actually. He is sending two different messages, each intended for a different audience.

With the initial statement, he’s talking to his primary audience. Often, that audience is his political base, and Trump is signaling that he’s with them…

And then, in short order, come Trump’s walkbacks. But I think it’s crucial to understand the value that these walkbacks have to Trump. Almost no matter how silly they are, much of the media coverage tends to treat the walkbacks as serious. The walkbacks — and the credulous repetition of them — allow Trump’s fellow Republicans to pretend that he never really meant the initial statements.

Leonhardt is focusing on how Trump manipulates Republicans, but Trump similarly manipulates fact-checking journalists.

The Affordable Care Act (ACA) is a different kind of example. In his first term, Trump promised he would eliminate the ACA and replace it with a secret plan that he promised would be better than the ACA. After getting elected on this promise, Trump tried and failed over 70 times to kill the ACA, and never produced a replacement health reform plan that would be better for Americans.

(Only very late in the debate did Trump share a detailed “TrumpCare” plan. It would have caused more than 20 million Americans to lose their health protections. It was so destructive that only 17% of Americans supported it.)

Now, after that very telling history from Trump’s first term, in the 2023-24 campaign, Trump is again saying he would eliminate the ACA and replace it with a plan to make things even better. Sound familiar?

When Harris uses shorthand and explains to voters that Trump again wants to take away ACA protections, she gets scolded by fact-checkers who want her to give Trump credit for his latest promise to produce his latest secret plan. Given Trump’s long history of deception on this issue, it’s perfectly reasonable for Harris to assume that Trump has no viable ACA replacement plan. If he did, he would surely be happy to share it with Americans.

Again, I loves me some fact-checkers. They’re vitally important. We need more of them. But they do need to do a better job of understanding and explaining Trump’s manipulative games.

Summer is For: Fewer and Shorter Elections, Saying “No” to Price Gouging, Pop Vernacular and an Existential Crisis.

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Summers in Minnesota get kind of, you know, “active.” Lots of stuff to get done before we have to start chopping up the furniture for kindling, getting the herd back in the barn and stringing a rope line to get us to the outhouse in the next blizzard. Point being that I only have time for half-thoughts on important matters at hand. So allow me to be, um, “terse.”

  • Every time I hear another beard-stroking pundit call Donald Trump, “an existential threat to democracy”, I yell back that this election is existential for someone else, as well. Namely Donny’s BFF Vladimir Putin. A Harris victory means refortifying Ukraine which in turn means Vladdy having to convince his mega-corrupt, murderous oligarch buddies on months-to-years more economic stress to their portfolios and yacht payments. Likewise he’ll have to continue gaslighting his cynical, sad sack population to ignore another 200,00 – 300,000 dead and wounded. That’s a tough lift in a culture with a long reputation of pushing the Czar up against a basement wall. And because of that desperate sense of “existential” … we should anticipate Vladdy’s troll farms going above and beyond what they did in 2016 in terms of tearing down Harris and re-inflating The Orange God King. Can you say, “The October Surprise of all October Surprises”?
  • This country has WAY too many elections and they all go on WAY too long. Yesterday I voted in the state’s primary. (I voted for Ilhan Omar. Samuels is just an old hack.) When I asked about the turn-out, the lady managing things at Edina City Hall said, “Well, it’s great for books.” Meaning, given there were exactly two of us voters milling around she could knock off big chunks of her favorite potboiler without too many interruptions to hand out ballots. Kamala Harris’ three-month sprint, if successful, is going to make plenty rethink the two goddam years we spend putting up and hammering down candidates. Even junkies get exhausted. If it ever changes, the biggest howls will come from the parasitic campaign management crowd and their drinking buddies in TV ad sales departments.
  • Let’s pay close attention to how well Harris and in particular Tim Walz’ fluency with the common pop vernacular plays in extending their reach to occasional and disinterested voters. The ability to use phrases and contemporary cultural references is like a firm handshake to people who stiffen at the sight of yet another wonky politician spewing acronyms and Sunday school pablum. Yes, Trump is an obscene lunatic. But to his deplorables he … sounds like them. There’s no good reason why liberals can’t play a part of that game.
  • I came across the polling factoid about how many more votes Democrats have to pull in order to overcome the built-in disadvantage of the Electoral College. The number? 2.1% Or given the current population, roughly three million. Three million more people have to vote for the Democrat in order to “guarantee” an Electoral College victory. What exactly is it about majority rule that doesn’t comport with “originalism” and the enlightened vision of our all white, male and land-owning Founding Fathers? Drive a stake through the Electoral College.
  • A recent story reported on how consumers are finally digging in and resisting inflated prices for good and services. The effect being to suppress the rate of inflation. While it’s true that Republicans are far, far more outraged at inflation than Democrats, (Jesse Watters reminds them how much gas costs every 4.2 seconds), I’m amazed it took this long for middle-class people to push back against obvious price-gouging in everything from rents to restaurants. Granted, I’m a cheap bastard, but two beers, a burger and an order of fries should not cost me $90.
  • For most of my life I’ve lived with the belief that the most powerful words in this consumer paradise of ours are: “New and improved.” Slicker and more stylish clothes, appliances and cars. Better tasting cereal. Sharper, smooth gliding razor blades. More alluring scents. I don’t know about you, but as advertising hype goes I think that one has proven it’s veracity many times over. So … into that lets project … aged, treadworn, whiney and well past his expiration date … Donald Trump. A tired act if there ever was one. And after nine years still pitching the gloomiest vision of the electoral marketplace anyone has ever tried selling. Did you catch this from his Montana rally last wek? “If Comrade Walz and Comrade [Vice President] Harris win this November, the people cheering will be the pink-haired Marxists, the looters, the perverts, the flag-burners, Hamas supporters, drug dealers, gun grabbers and human traffickers … .” Don Draper would never have sold a beer with that pitch.

There’s a half dozen more where that came from. But I’ve got a list of stuff … .

Stop the “Lock Him Up” Chants Now

I’m a big supporter of Kamala Harris and Tim Walz. I admire the job they’re doing on the campaign trail. But I have one beef.

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When Harris supporters chant “lock him up” at rallies, Harris and Walz need to stop staying silent, as they did during yesterday’s rally in Philadelphia. From the podium, they need to interrupt the chant, and gently but firmly redirect the energy in the room. Something along the lines of this:

“No, let’s not go there, friends. Sentencing is for the courts to decide, not us. Unlike Trump and the MAGA Republicans, we respect the courts’ role.

Let’s not chant “lock him up” like the Trumpers. Let’s respect the role of our American courts instead cheer about the role we will play as we vote…him…out. (Lead the crowd: “Vote him out..vote him out…”)

This may seem like micromanagement. It may be a bit of a wet blanket tossed on the organic enthusiasm in the room. But it’s vitally important.

As Trump has the country teetering on the edge of retribution-fueled authoritarianism, where he is openly promising he will use a newly politicized and weaponized Department of Justice to settle old scores with critics, this is an important teachable moment.

For years, Republicans have inflamed America’s anti-democratic tendencies by allowing and leading such lynch mob-like chants aimed at Hillary Clinton and Joe Biden, who have been found guilty of nothing by the courts. That is leading the nation in a dangerous direction. Democratic leaders should show the way forward by redirecting their supporters in a full-throated pro-democracy direction.

This is the right thing to do for our endangered democracy and much-vilified judicial system.

At the same time, it is the right thing to do politically. It will be music to the ears of many persuadable swing voters — soft Democrats, soft Republicans, and independents — who will decide the outcome of this election. It will show them that Harris and Walz, in stark contrast to the vindictive authoritarian Trump, are the moderate adults in the room who can be trusted to lead American democracy out of this dangerous moment.

Fasten Your Seat Belts, It’s Going to Be a Nasty Ride

Here on a week’s road trip of America’s high and low deserts it’s easy to turn off the clamor of the world. That’s kind of the idea, right? Press a button on the dashboard and it all goes away. Or its at least absent. Soak in the sights of sprawling valleys. Savor the silence and look forward three hours down the road to the next cold beer in some raggedy, half-forgotten crossroads bar.

That’s kind of like paraphrasing Bette Davis.

But … no. Addicted as I am to the malignant noise of half the political spectrum I duck back in from time to time for listens to my go-to pundits. What follows is a brief summary of some of the more salient things said by people who … actually know things, and have records to prove it.

But first, allow me to brag. Whether you’re one of the five people reading these unhinged rants regularly or not, Marketing 101 requires me to point out a couple statements I’ve made that have proven remarkably — if not unexpectedly — foresightful. (Checking to see if that’s a real word.)

1:  Several times in the past 18 months I’ve written that it struck me as highly unlikely this presidential campaign would end with the same two characters who started it. American politics just hasn’t worked like that in my lifetime. And especially not with two guys who pre-date color television, and one of whom is certifiably demented. (That guy is still in the race.) The prediction, if you will, was that something would change before November ’24. And so it did and so it has. Send kudos and Venmo to Nostralambertus LLC.

2:  Two weeks after Biden’s disastrous/but ultimately fortuitous debate performance I predicted he’d be gone “within 10 days to two weeks.” So okay, that was over happy hour drinks with friends. But still: a prediction. You’re welcome.

Now … the best of recent punditry.

Rick Perlstein on The Bulwark with Tim Miller. The author of “Nixonland” and several other histories of the various conservative movements of the past half century, Perlstein is uniquely insightful when it comes to analyzing what makes half of America tick. In his conversation with Miller, (a former GOP operative and Jeb Bush guy turned Never Trumper) Perlstein described “the ratchet” effect of modern Republican marketing.

Those of you familiar with how Rush Limbaugh begat Glenn Beck who begat Alex Jones and QAnon understand what he’s saying. In order to sustain interest in their “cause” (or ratings) today’s Republicans must ratchet up the histrionics of their messaging, making their attacks ever more extreme, incendiary, vulgar and implausible. Their apocalyptic, wildly dystopian fantasies of “liberal rule” inflames the amygdala of the modern conservative base by making their “cause” ever more righteous and god-ordained.

This explains how Republicans have (ethically) devolved from George H. W. Bush and Mitt Romney to Donald Trump and J.D. Vance. An honest debate of facts simply doesn’t work with their target audience. Perlstein’s bottom line point being that Trumpism/modern Republicanism is not capable of restraining itself and dialing back the ratchet. The only direction they have is forward, i.e. ever more vulgar and ludicrous to rational listeners but ever more titillating and motivating to the base they have.

But … in this new Kamala Harris environment, mondo bizarro vulgarity and delusional apocalyptic messaging risks an electoral blowback from voters who don’t see a culture falling apart, an economy in its death throes and a need for god-sent retribution. After 15 years (post-Tea Party) this audience is just plain bored with the whole gloomy, weird shtick.

Stay tuned, as they say.

Michael Beschloss and Bob Costa on with John Heilemann. Beschloss, the well known presidential historian, who sees absolutely nothing presidential in an incompetent fraud like Trump, and Costa the well sourced and very serious DC reporter now with CBS, were on Heilemann’s new podcast, “Impolitic”, shortly after Biden bowed out. Everything they said is worth a listen. But I honed in on what Costa said in response to Heilemann’s question about what specific talents are required to be a successful politician in 2024 America.

The question was in the context of whether Harris has such abilities, and Costa’s response about the qualities he looks for in a true “political athlete” (currently an over-used term of art). He responded,  “I look for the ability to absorb political pain and the ability to project political imagination.”

The “pain” part referred to what Perlstein’s ratchet analogy was all about. In this campaign Republicans’ only viable tactic, considering their base, is to flood the zone with even higher/worse levels of vulgarity, indecency, dishonesty and viciousness. Harris will have to not just absorb this “pain” but blunt it and find a way to deflect it back on Trump-Vance, most effectively by highlighting to “persuadable” voters that this stuff is exactly what it sounds like … namely it is … to repeat …  dishonest, vulgar, ugly and lacking anything in the way of a plan to make people’s lives safer, better and happier.

As for the “imagination” part, the three kicked around names of potential Harris VP picks — the usual suspects — but also her need to talk succinctly (messaging) and coherently about the future she sees coming toward us and how the country needs to manage it, adapting to changes that cynical fools (my words) like Trump, Vance and the MAGA idiocracy prefer to to ignore.

To conclude … (and you’re saying, “Thank god”) … waaaaay back in 2020 I wrote about liking a lot of what I heard from Harris. She’s a “real worlder.” She has a ground level sense of humor and a calming, reassuring saltiness to some of her off-the-cuff conversations. (It’s called, “sounding like a real person.”) I too am enthusiastic about her. She is very underrated as a political combatant and in a lot of very important ways could embody the qualities of the person the country/world needs now.

That said, she and all of us should prepare ourselves for the next 100 days. As Trump and the MAGA-verse begin to feel desperate, lacking any rational policy interests, their only viable path is ever more … indecent, dishonest, ugly and vicious.

Live, Unscripted Joe. Better. But Too Late.

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This guy … not babbling about “fat pigs”, Hannibel Lecter, planes without pilots and tourists getting mugged and raped in DC.

Well, that was … better. But too late to turn back what’s coming.

Here, about 10 minutes after Joe Biden wrapped up the kind of live, unscripted display of cognitive competence hundreds of thousands to millions of people having been demanding for the last two weeks, it’s reassuring to know that at least one of the two choices we currently have for POTUS can dissect and illuminate serious foreign policy problems.

But, sad fact of life, that isn’t going to get enough people to the polls in November. If tonight’s Joe Biden had shown up in Atlanta two weeks ago we — and he — wouldn’t be where we are tonight. But he didn’t. And I’m pretty much convinced the die has been cast. Joe will have to go.

Over the past 14 days a couple things have happened for certain. A: At least 52 million people have been irrevocably reminded that Joe Biden is 81 and looks every minute of it. But also, B: Political pros and activists have gotten a taste — in polling and wishcasting — of the opportunity for something new, fresh and revitalizing.

Few things in life are fair and politics definitely isn’t one of them. Biden knows the gig. He has done his homework and far advanced beyond that into any master class of policy you can think of. And he has delivered.

But humans have a natural affinity for something new. They want to believe it’ll make them happier, safer, sexier, more popular and so on and on. And over the past couple weeks they’ve tested this idea of new in their minds.

As have political pros, pundits and Hollywood rainmakers. And what they are steadily coming to believe is what I quoted Obama campaign manager David Plouffe saying after the debate disaster. Namely, that given the cast of likely Biden replacements, including the much and unfairly maligned Kamala Harris, the appeal of something/someone new, is so strong , “they would win in a walk.”

“A walk” might be a bit too optimistic and giddy, but the broad disgust — and boredom — with Donald Trump’s act is as smothering as July humidity. It’s a point of national embarrassment that nine years on we’re still dealing with such an obnoxious, vulgar fool. Put anyone among Harris, Gretchen Whitmer, Gavin Newsom, Pete Buttigieg, Wes Moore, Josh Shapiro on top of the ticket and who doubts a shift of … hundreds of thousands to millions … of bored, indifferent, disinterested voters? Many if not most of them young, to a fresh face and style? A modern cut, if you will.

Biden looked fine tonight. He wasn’t babbling about sharks and electric boats and Hannibel Lecter and tourists getting raped at the Jefferson Memorial. As I say, he knows the gig. But he was never the best retail salesman. There’s not enough of the hamminess of Bill Clinton or the cool dude vibe of Barack Obama. Never has been. And whatever was there vanished on the night of the debate in the mind of the average persuadable American.

Too old.

Team Biden is being accused of “running out the clock.” I think the buzzer is about to sound.

Prove It Was Just “one bad night” Joe, and Do an Interview with Sean Hannity

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Allow me to start with the bottom line and work back from there. This particular election is much bigger than Joe Biden. Much bigger. This would not be like losing to Mitt Romney. We, meaning Democrats, are not a cult. The feelings and ego of Dear Leader are inconsequential in this election.

Okay, back to the top.

I’ve consumed way more post-debate punditry than even I thought possible. Here (redundancy alert) is a feeling of the consensus.

Joe Biden has lost the confidence of the mainstream-to-liberal media, the political intelligentsia and, less certain here, the top tier donor class, post-debate fundraising claims withstanding. In order to regain that confidence he has to demonstrate in a public, unscripted way that last Thursday was just “a bad night”, to quote team Biden.

How to do that? Well, do this:

Consent to an interview with some prominent right wing personality. Like say Sean Hannity. And do it … this week. Biden’s utter, inexplicable failure contest any of the entirely predictable bullshit thrown up by Trump last week powerfully suggests he is not capable of prosecuting a case against the pervasive histrionic nonsense motivating Republicans today. So … prove to the consistent 70% of likely voters who think you’re too old that you can play mentally adroit hardball in this age of malignant Tik Tok glibness.

Spend an hour jousting with and rebutting a MAGA sycophant live on camera.

A taped and edited 15 minutes with Lesley Stahl is not the same thing.

Then … do it again … live … in a couple town halls open to any citizen who wants in.

One of the more revealing anecdotes I’ve heard in past few days was MSNBC regular John Heilemann discussing reactions from big time Hollywood donors after a Biden fund-raiser in some mogul’s no doubt palatial home. These would be people fully committed to Biden. People he should be utterly at ease among. The kind of audience were a confident politician happily back slaps, offers candid thoughts on important matters and has to be pulled away.

But, no, says Heilemann. According to his sources in the room, Biden arrived and spent 15 minutes … reading from a Teleprompter. Those in attendance were startled. Point being; Biden is so stage-managed by his handlers (his wife being foremost among them) that they don’t risk even standard issue politician camaraderie with his most devoted, trusted and lucrative audience.

(I’m eager to hear a similar report from the weekend’s bash out in the Hamptons on Long Island.)

Moreover, as we’re hearing from all corners largely muted until now, this is how its been since 2020. The clear inference being that the persistently incoherent Biden we saw Thursday night is a not an anomaly. He may be capable enough among advisors in the Oval Office, but he can not perform in the rude and routinely disrepectful modern political arena. What he projects is anything but reassuring and confidence-inspring.

As we speak the Biuden family is at Camp David having their picture taken by Annie Lebovitz and no doubt resolving to fight on, 70% of the voting public, once supportive media, intelligentsia and panicky donor class be damned.

His most loyal supporters, most of them close personal friends and hardened Democratic activists, are selling the line that bowing out and permitting a two month Hunger Games to select a new nominee would be a kind of death wish for the party against Trump in November. I could not disagree more. I don’t know about you but the sense I get from the public regarding this race is a strong, pervasive desire for … someone new. Someone young enough to know how to reboot a computer and confident enough they’d relish the opportunity to eviscerate a clown like Trump.

And my view, FWIW, is shared by no less than David Plouffe who ran Barack Obama’s two successful campaigns. In a podcast interview post-debate disaster Plouffe who until Thursday night believed firmly that Biden was the only game in town, said he believed a new Democratic candidate, not even discounting Kamala Harris, “would win a walk”. Why? Because the general public is so weary and unenthusiastic about both Biden and Trump.

Team Biden will try to string this current phase for as long as it can, narrowing the window for any option. That’s a cynical, wholly self-serving strategy that places him personally above the far greater interests of the country. A country (and world) facing the restoration of a lazy, corrupt fool.

So yeah, if Thursday was just “one bad night”, prove it to everyone Joe, including your wife, and sit down with an easily rebutted meathead like Sean Hannity and let’s see you take him apart.

If you can’t or won’t that firmly settles any questions we may have left.

Oh My God, Joe.

Well, that didn’t go well did it?

Rapt audience in NW Wisconsin …

“The most important 90 minutes in this campaign*,” pretty well confirmed what both critical “disinterested” voters and ferocious, Trump-fearing liberals feared most. Yes, Trump is as despicable a fraud and liar as he’s ever been, but Joe Biden, “our guy”, is plainly not up to the challenge of rebutting him.

Curious about how rural, white America would to the two performances I rolled in to my favorite northern Wisconsin road house for Taco Thursday with Trump and Joe. There were a dozen patrons, including four young women having a late happy hour. No one other than me paid any attention to the debate for the entire 90 minutes.

A cold Spotted Cow at hand, after 10 minutes the taco sauce was starting to curdle in my stomach.

Not only did Joe look every minute of 81 years, white and frail, he appeared completely unprepared for standard rally-issue Trump’s usual Niagara-like torrent of lies and bullshit. I mean, the look of stunned incredulity on Biden’s face as Trump lied about every issue in every question and called him every name in the book — except “alley cat” which Joe did manage to level at Trump — was demoralizing. There is no larger, fatter or riper target for easy evisceration on moral, ethical and competency grounds than Donald Trump and all Biden really had was indignation over “the idea” that Trump would say such things.

Trump is a known viral menace. Where was the attack, for chrissakes?

It is no doubt sage advice to give tonight’s lamentable performance a day or two or three to shake out. But it is very hard to see how this situation gets better. We live in an age where appearance carries at least equal weight to competence and Biden ‘s performance tonight very likely — very likely — confirmed exactly what people, from the low information to the high information types feared most.

So what happens now? I won’t make the Barry Goldwater and Hugh Scott going to Nixon comparison, but I believe with 100% certainty that very senior Democrats, fund-raisers and influential party poobahs are already pulling the fire alarm and will soon, (very soon), begin the work of convincing Biden to step aside. Unless polling shows something I certainly don’t expect, he’ll have no choice but to listen and acknowledge reality. He, like everyone else, knows what a hideous threat Trump represents.

There’ll be a short window — seven weeks — to mount a frenzied, whirlwind campaign of possible successors, something unheard of in the past hundred years or so, LBJ in ’68 sort of withstanding. A fresh candidate — almost any candidate save Bernie again — will invigorate the remainder of the campaign.

We live in unprecedented times. But Donald Trump restoration is an apocalyptic fate none of us on this side of the aisle of competency and decorum can allow to happen.

What a goddam mess.

  • Obama campaign manager David Plouffe.

The High(est) Anxiety Debate Ever.

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Quite frankly, it is unsettling when someone like David Plouffe says he’s never felt a higher level of personal anxiety for a presidential debate than the one tonight. Plouffe, if you follow the news, is the man who led Barack Obama’s two campaigns and has been through more debate prep and spin than he cares to remember.

Plouffe was talking with his fellow Obama team colleague David Axelrod and long time Republican campaign operator turned ardent Never Trumper, Mike Murphy on their “Hacks on Tap” podcast yesterday.

To summarize his key points of concern/anxiety and strategy for Biden:

1: Biden has to be not just “ok” or “passable” in the eyes of the general, largely disinterested public. He has to be surprisingly good. While expectations for him are low, despite Team Trump lately trying to re-imagine sleepy and senile a veteran, polished debater jacked up on coke or Mountain Dew, the TV audience — a much larger audience than has paid attention to this race until now — has to leave the night nigh-on-to-startled by the Joe Biden they’ve just seen. Anything less and the balance of the race remains static or, given a Biden flop, collapses to a point of no return.

2: Biden has to attack early and often on the abortion/reproductive rights issue and the threat of more like that to come given that Trump will likely have two more Supreme Court seats to fill next term. (He also believes CNN’s Jake Tapper and Dana Bash have to press that issue.)

3: On the economy, Biden has to have a deft pivot on Trump’s assertions that inflation and the world in general is out of control and things were much cheaper and calmer when he was in office.

4: If Trump comes out of the debate perceived as the victor, largely as a result of Biden fitting the perception that he is too old and feeble, Plouffe expects Trump to pass on the second debate in late September. He’ll have made his point and see no reason to risk a re-match. Likewise, Plouffe thinks Biden should consider something similar if he far exceeds expectations. In other words, this could be the one and only face-to-face we see … in a race where the country is unequivocally exchanging competence for chaos and personal retribution.

5: There has never been a debate remotely comparable to this one. No debate ever with so stark a contrast between the two candidates. Biden has to make that contrast indelible in the minds of viewers. And he has to do it while maintaining the image and tenor of the adult in the room.

Good luck, Joe.

Wanted: Live Attack Tarantula. Asking for a Friend.

So I have two closely related questions this morning.

1: Where do I go to get a live tarantula suitable for throwing at someone?

2: Where do Republicans get these people?

I’m of course today referring to Marisa Simonetti, Hennepin County Commissioner candidate for District 6, (where I live), who is accused of slinging a honkin’ big spider at her Air BnB tenant. Being as she’s just out of jail, she has yet to offer her side of the story, but we do know from police photographs that there was a tarantula involved in some way.

Whatever way and however the tarantula was transported, either in the tupperware container seen in photos, or by air from Simonetti’s hand to the tenant’s face, it’s yet another episode among many involving the extraordinarily curious-to-incendiary-to-nefarious characters in orbit around today’s Republican party.

Focusing strictly on Minnesota let’s quickly not forget:

Anthony “Tony” Lazzaro a self-styled but generally accepted Minnesota Republican “insider.” He’s the 32 year-old guy convicted of sex trafficking indisputably underage girls. The Guardian reported, “Prosecutors argued during the trial that Lazzaro enlisted [co-defendant Gisela] Medina, who he initially paid for sex, to recruit other teenagers – preferably minors – who were white, small, vulnerable or ‘broken’. ‘He wanted sex, and not just any sex’, federal prosecutor Melinda Williams said during closing arguments on Friday. ‘He wanted sex with minor girls under the age of 18. And he had a plan to get it.’ Lazarro’s attorney, Daniel Gerdts, argued that the government’s ‘salacious’ prosecution was based on ‘completely unfounded’ allegations. ‘The prosecution clearly disapproves of Mr Lazzaro’s playboy lifestyle’, Gerdts said. ‘And frankly, as the father of three daughters, so do I. The opprobrium is well deserved, but that is not why we’re here’.”

(I’m pretty sure they were there because the small, white and broken girls in question were all around 15 years old.)

Oh, but wait! Let’s not forget this: “Pictures on Lazzaro’s social media accounts showed him with prominent Republicans, including ex-president Donald Trump and former vice-president Mike Pence. He gave more than $270,000 to Republican campaigns and political committees over the years.”

… which explains why the state’s nigh-on-to-bankrupt GOP treated Lazzaro like a mover and a shaker.

Or, how about Jennifer Carnahan, the quite obviously hot mess wife of deceased Congressman Jim Hagedorn? Because she was wiling to be the nigh-on-to-bankrupt Republican party’s chairman, which requires a willingness to say any matter of hysterical and nutty things into a microphone, Carnahan and her party ended up suing each other over a series of claims, most involving rank financial incompetence. MPR’s story on the settlement, which involved no one paying anyone anything but nevertheless generating a lot of press suggesting both were bonkers, said, “GOP officials said they were pleased the ‘baseless’ lawsuit wouldn’t move forward. ‘After the mediation, she gave up her case without the party paying her anything’, the party statement said. ‘Now the Republican Party of Minnesota can continue our singular focus on solving Minnesota’s real problems, including flipping the Minnesota House in 2024 and stopping the reckless spending and overreach by the DFL trifecta’.”

That’s right. You read that correctly. They close out accusing the DFL of “reckless spending.”

Or, let’s not forget Tony Sutton, the GOP’s party chairman several iterations before Carnahan. A young, corpulent fellow with a stake in the Baja del Sol fast food chain, Sutton was a “must see” press every time he stood up to loudly rail against, you know, “reckless spending” by DFLers and admonishing everyone in sight to learn to “live within their means.”

An act like that could only go one way. And it did, when Sutton resigned the job having run the party into $2 million of debt and then … wait for it … declared personal bankruptcy as a kind of dessert plate.

I could go on … and on. (Hell, I could do 2000 words on Royce White the Jew-phobic, strip-club loving loon running against Amy Klobuchar.) And I should mention, of course, DFL Senator and ninja cat burglar Nicole Mitchell, who broke into her stepmother’s home to steal back … her father’s ashes. That’s very weird, and not at all good, but somewhat short of sex trafficking teeny boppers and running up $2 million on the company credit cards.

But bad as Mitchell looks, the numerical disparity in batshit partisan craziness is so weighted toward this last generation of Republicans she qualifies as the exception that proves the rule.

So “why” do so many of these incompetents and sociopaths turn up under the modern, post-talk radio Republican umbrella? Allow me to freely speculate.

Today’s conservatives are so far removed from any legitimate or meaningful policy concerns their entire focus is … the game. Acting in and playing the game … for their own personal benefit.

I mean the (alleged) tarantula thrower, Ms. Simonetti, is a 30 year-old Kristi Noem lookalike who claims to be a “businesswoman” leading “the Simonetti real estate team” (and tell me you aren’t curious about the financial bona fides of that?). She would make $113,000 if elected. That’s a well-paying gig that wouldn’t necessitate renting out her basement to strangers.

And who knows? As “the only true conservative” in the District 6 race and someone inveighing regularly about “rampant crime”, Simonetti — even if convicted of assault with tarantula — may ride the MAGA coattails to victory in November.

We’re living in that kind of world.

A Bunch of Fair and Perfectly Valid Questions for The Big Debate

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As we all knock back our meds in preparation this week’s debate we’re well aware that “we” in general agree on next to nothing. But maybe … maybe … we can all accept that asking the two candidates, both incumbents in a way, to clarify/explain things they’ve said and done in and out of The White House is fair play.

I’ve seen several lists of possible questions CNN’s Jake Tapper and Dana Bash could ask. Allow me to add a few more.

For Trump:

“In recent campaign appearances you have talked at great length about the life and death choice of either being electrocuted by a sinking electric boat or eaten by a shark. Millions of Americans share this same concern. What is your final decision on this matter and what then is your advice, as Commander in Chief, to concerned residents of Hays, Kansas?”

“During your presidency you promised legislation jump-starting ‘Infrastructure Week’ with a laser-like focus on your part to improve America’s roads, bridges, ports and such while also creating millions of high-paying blue collar jobs. By one count you promised ‘Infrastructure Week’ no less than 41 times. Unfortunately we can’t find a date when any such legislation was ever introduced or when you signed it in to law. Please provide our audience with those dates.”

“In February of 2020, a month before COVID hit with full impact in the United States you told reporter Bob Woodward that the virus was “really deadly stuff” while at the same time telling the public there was nothing to worry about You said that it was just “a couple people coming in from China” and that it would disappear by Easter. After that a million Americans died. Do you understand what “deadly” means? Can you define it for us? And as a bonus question, did you ever have ultra violet light and/or bleach inserted up your rectum?”

“In addition to being convicted of 34 felonies for election and business fraud you have also been judged a ‘rapist’ for assaulting E. Jean Carroll. You have lost two defamation cases related to this matter and are on the hook for over $83 million in damages. Yet you still insist you never met Carroll and that she is making this all up. Please tell us here and now sir, whether you still think Ms. Carroll is a liar?”

“Do you still routinely cheat at golf?”

“You recently proposed eliminating the federal income tax and replacing it with a 10% tariff on everything imported into America. This would mean, for example, at everything at WalMart would cost 10% more. Who, in your mind, bears the cost of tariffs? Mexico? Woke blue cities? Sneering liberal elites? E. Jean Carroll? Also, would this tariff apply to the Trump ties, gold sneakers and other items you are currently selling?”

“You have had at least five in person conversations with Russian President Vladimir Putin, but have refused to release any information much less recordings or transcripts of those meetings. You did hough once say that, “I could care less”, if such transcripts were released. Nevertheless, House Republicans quashed a subpoena to force the American translator for your private two-hour Helsinki meeting to disclose what was discussed. Can you promise us that that translator/note taker is now free to reveal what you and Mr. Putin discussed? Okay, why not?”

“According to an analysis of your own tax records no one person in the United States lost more money from 1985 to 1994 than you. Over $1 billion. Casinos under your guidance went bankrupt. Casinos, sir. Then, during your presidency the federal deficit ballooned more than under all but two presidents, George W. Bush and Abraham Lincoln, both of whom were forced to finance wars. Considering this and the fact that no New York City banker has been willing to give you a loan for over 25 years can you point to anyone other than yourself or say, Stephen Miller, who thinks you know two shits about how to run a lemonade stand much less the American economy?”

Finally, for President Biden:

“Why are you so old?”

No, Don’t “Lock Him Up”

You may be aware that a convicted felon is now the presumptive 2024 presidential nominee of the Republican Party. Twelve ordinary citizens, chosen by mutual consent of both sides’ attorneys agreed that Trump was guilty of election interference involving the payment and coverup of hush money for a porn star with whom he was committing adultery while his wife was pregnant. Their guilty verdict was unanimous on all 34 felony counts.

By the way, this election interference jury verdict extends Trump’s impressive losing streak with jurors to 42. In four criminal and civil trials, 42 jurors have weighed the evidence, and all 42 jururls have found Trump and his company to be guilty. 0-42!

Winning so much, he’s sick of winning?

From a political standpoint, the problem with this guilty verdict is what the problem always is with Trump: The swing voters who will decide this election have repeatedly shown that they have the attention spans of gnats. Their memory of the felony conviction will significantly fade, unless they’re frequently reminded.  

Those swing voters are already chasing distracting new “shiny objects” that are regularly tossed out by Trump —  the shark/electric boats lunacy, the Hunter Biden conviction, the veepstakes humiliation derby, etc. Those kinds of issues will continue to distract swing voters from the potential of having a felonious president.

The next stage in the election interference hush money trial is sentencing, which happens on July 11.  On that very important day, the judge will announce his sentence for Trump.

From a political standpoint, I don’t like the idea of giving Trump jail time, house arrest, or anything like that. Polls show that swing voters feel incarceration would be over the top. Given that, I don’t want a jail sentence to inadvertently help Trump’s electability. 

If I were the judge, the sentence I hand down to Trump would sound reasonable to most swing voters, to disarm his attempts at achieving martyrdom. At the same time, my sentence would serve to regularly remind voters that Donald J. Trump is a criminal, and not an ordinary presidential candidate.

This would be my sentence: For two days per week for the next six months, Trump would do something many criminals are forced to do, community service in the form of picking up garbage.

Imagine the campaign news: “As Biden released his plans to improve pharmaceutical prices, Trump was once again picking up garbage in fulfillment of his felony conviction sentence.”

A community service sentence will strike Trump haters as outrageously lenient. I get that. After all, covering up the porn star affair in the wake of the Access Hollywood scandal may have swung an election that Trump only won by an estimated 80,000 votes in three key states, though we can never know for sure. In addition, Trump repeatedly violated his gag order during the trial, which endangered the jury and court employees. He continues to collaborate with convicted criminals, is wholly unrepentant, and has several prior convictions on his record related to business fraud, sexual abuse, defamation, and tax fraud.

Still, hear me out. A 30-day community service sentence would seem reasonable to many moderate swing voters, so it would be more difficult for Trump to use the sentence to politically empower himself through martyrdom. That’s very important.

Moreover, imagine how this garbage pick-up sentence would look through a campaign lens. Twice every week for the remainder of the campaign, the news coverage of the presidential campaign would show images of a humiliated and seething Trump picking up rubbish in brightly colored safety gear with a supervisor watching him closely.  The 30 times that millions of American voters would see this image of Trump on the news serving alongside other disgraced, unrepentant common criminals would repeatedly hammer home what Trump truly is: A disgraced, unrepentant common criminal.

This kind of community service sentence would strike most swing voters as fair and reasonable. At the same time, though, 30 campaign days with images of Trump in orange or yellow safety gear picking up trash would make it much more difficult for voters to forget that Trump is a convicted felon, and not a normal candidate.

For a candidate whose cover-up of hush money robbed 2016 voters of key information they deserved to have for evaluating Trump’s fitness for office, ensuring that 2024 voters are regularly reminded of Trump’s election interfence conviction is apt restorative justice. So, hand the convicted felon his orange gear, rubber gloves, and Hefty bag, and put him to work, as news cameras capture every delicious minute.

Confession of a Fair Weather Fan

Yep, I’m “that guy.” I’m that much-maligned bandwagon sports fan who tunes in when his favorite team is winning and unapologetically tunes out when it is losing. 

In other words, now that my hometown professional basketball team has made the playoffs for the first time in a long time, swept a team that owned them during the regular season, and won the first two games of the second round series on the road against the world champions, I’m here to add my full-throated “WOLVES IN FOUR! and “REFS YOU SUCK” chants.

I admit, I wasn’t there to cheer on the likes of Mark “Mad Dog” Madsen, Michael “Candy Man,” Olowokandi , and Earvin “No Magic” Johnson. I just couldn’t. But I am here for this talented, disciplined, deep, and successful team.

“Real fans,” the ones who in good times and bad dig deep to buy season tickets, TV packages, and closets full of gear, ridicule guys like me. But I maintain that my selective approach is the only sane approach to sports. Life is too short to put too much faith into billionaire Wolves owner Glen Taylor finally figuring it out.

Photo credit: CBS News Minnesota

If you see sports as strictly entertainment, as I do, it only makes sense to show up when it is entertaining for you.

If you see it as the path to self-actualization, I guess I could understand the passionate commitment to blind loyalty that I hear on sports talk radio. But that just doesn’t strike me as particularly sane or healthy.

Therefore, I have only recently shelled out something well into the two figures for the Bally Sports add-on to my DirectTV streaming service and my single Wolves t-shirt.

Who knows, if things are going well tonight in the pivotal Game 3 — and by “well” I mean a non-stress-inducing Wolves blow-out — I might even tune in until halftime! Even if that happens, at half-time my wife will serve me my warm milk and tuck me into bed in my nightshirt at the appointed bedtime. As I have so many times before, I will set a recording and watch the second half tomorrow, if, and only if, my morning headlines scan indicates that I will find the second half to my liking.

And if my favorite team brings me joy again on Sunday? Well, then I might even move to the next phase of bandwagon fandom, and purchase that face paint I’ve been eyeing. You know, the water-soluble, easily removed kind? LET’S GO WOLVES!