makes people sort of
turn away and accept it
as inevitable
Please note this is the 2nd haiku based on this Opinion Piece.
In the NYT Opinion piece, Dance$ With Emolument$, Maureen Dowd writes:
Other foreign leaders got the message that emoluments were welcome. In an Oval Office meeting where Trump continued to relish his role as protector of the white patriarchy, the South African president jokingly told the American president, “I’m sorry I don’t have a plane to give you.” (This might be the line that best sums up the Trump presidency in the history books.)
Trump replied breezily: “I wish you did. I’d take it.”
Trump Inc.’s money grabs were taking place against the background of the president pushing through his “big, beautiful bill” extending his obscene tax cut for the rich while slicing billions from programs that help poor people stay alive.
“The guy promised to make American families more prosperous,” David Axelrod said. “He just decided to start with his own.”
In a galaxy long ago and far away, there was shame attached to selling your office. Sherman Adams, President Dwight Eisenhower’s chief of staff, lost his job and ruined his reputation after he accepted a vicuña coat from a Boston textile manufacturer doing business with the federal government.
Trump has no reputable reputation to ruin. He’s a snatch-and-grab artist.
“I think social media and Donald Trump’s persona have numbed people to the idea that certain forms of behavior are off-limits,” Tim O’Brien, a Trump biographer, said. “No institution has been able to rein in Donald Trump. He got impeached twice. Didn’t matter, so Congress couldn’t rein him in. He had all sorts of federal and state prosecutions that ended up going nowhere, so law enforcement couldn’t rein him in. The media has been covering him as close as anyone could ever be covered, and the media couldn’t rein him in. I think it makes people just sort of turn away and accept it as inevitable.”
It is that last sentence there.
I think it makes people just sort of turn away and accept it as inevitable.
That is where I am today.
No one will do anything because no one can do anything.
We can only ride it out.
In the book The Caine Mutiny, the ship goes in for a refit that is cut short and the ship is returned to service with Herman Wouk writing: … the Caine was hastily put back together by the yard workmen, none of its parts much the better for the disassembly; and the general hope, as in the case of a clock taken apart by a child, was not that it would perform in an improved manner, but
rather that it might begin ticking again as well as before.
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