Slouching Towards Oblivion

Wednesday, March 01, 2017

Read Your Charlie

...it's a lot better'n eatin' vegetables.

Charlie Pierce at Esquire:
Presidential, was it?
Even I didn't believe they could lower the bar far enough that an otherwise sensible fellow like Van Jones would take the indecent exploitation of a war widow's fresh sorrow and turn it into Lincoln's Second Inaugural. Even I didn't believe they could sink the bar far enough into Middle Earth that otherwise critical observers would look at a pile of deceptive leaves and see a coherent tree. Every day in every way, this administration and this president* taxes the far limits of even my cynicism. For example, it is not true that nobody profits from "lawless chaos." How do you think Vladimir Putin created the gangster's paradise that helped Rex Tillerson and Wilbur Ross get even more wealthy?
When one calls that speech "presidential," whose presidency are you summoning? Pierce? Buchanan? Rufus T. Firefly? Jesus, people, at least try to sound like you graduated middle school.

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