…is what the White House would become. After the undoubted first annual marching by of weaponry and fighting personnel, why would Trump stop at only one parade in a lifetime when it makes him feel so good, elevates him into the ether of the immortals?
Admittedly we’re going off the rails a little this morning. That’s because last night we couldn’t shut off the interior mechanism that provokes nightmares and bad dreams. If (A) were to be true, why wouldn’t (B) follow? And then (c)?
We are not rabble-rousers or conspiracy theorists. But once you imagine a progression of disasters such as Trump is producing, you can’t stop. Your next question is always, “And then what…?” Where else could Dear One’s feverish brain light for only a second, just barely long enough to ignite a tiny hardly noticeable (at first) brush fire that can grow overnight into the second of California’s largest wild-fires?
One or two items have to be included in our vision of this guy. (1) He is cheap (2) He cheats. (3) He’s the master at bait-and-switch. (4) He has no system of self-control that would tell him enough is enough (for a while, anyway) and controlling however slight the warnings would be is not a job that his staff can do, or his family, or the Congress of the United States. He has not surrounded himself with brave men and women. Neither have many legitimate experts in any field been allowed to cross his threshold. He has no real friends. He would sacrifice his family without thinking twice.
To be the most powerful creature on earth – “believe me!” – is not a second-rate idea.
Worse, beyond almost anything else, Dear One is not dumb.
Using his putative and endless verbal support “for the troops,” “for the first responders,” for “the heroes,” “for the veterans,” he has managed to corral the consciences of his base to the degree that anyone who disagrees even in the most miniscule fashion with his sixth-grade hero worship automatically becomes an enemy of the people.
So, in this imagined scenario, what IS Dear One’s next step? To elevate the police and the Armed Services – not by paying them better or training them more efficiently, but by bestowing titles on them that separate them from the rest of us. Titles, not money. Titles, and POWER. To shine a spot-light on “America’s greatest” isolates them in our minds as people of consequence, perhaps worthier than we imagined, definitely people of whom to be aware, and to keep in our rear-view mirrors at all times lest something WE do seems to THEM out of line.
This is not a plan that could unite the US of A. Rather it biforcates the nation once more, separating those in favor from dungeons. It would bring suspicion on anyone even minimally praised since – rather than real reward or status – Trump would be blessing these citizens with the ability to help control a nation he feels does not love him adequately. These new office-holders will be given police powers (and equipment) to make certain that we ALL line up as Dear One wants, or else.
The numbers of these new “civilian adjuncts” need not be large. One, say, per county, or township. One is enough for others there to notice immediately that this man or woman is eating better than they are, has more gasoline, is freer to travel. Maybe even is receiving other favors from Dear One. (Not personally, you understand; Dear One has more and more disappeared behind the reinforced walls of Mar-a-Lago. We see him only on television and then, sometimes, we can’t believe who really Dear One is. Sure we have posters and murals and huge photographs, but where is the real Dear One? Could he have a series of body doubles?)
Or is this part of the new Order to Uphold Law and Order, a desire for which the country as a whole yearns. This is why, this promise having been made, we won’t be hearing cries of outrage and unfairness. Maybe he CAN pull it off, make daily life smoother and safer and fairer for us all.
Another angle on this current nightmare is that neither the general population nor members of Congress are actually used to doing battle with anyone. Well, that’s not quite true. Some groups do battle against real or imagined enemies at all times, in all media, on every field. As for Congress, it has grown puffy with privilege so that it no longer even imagines standing up for anything resembling democracy lest it interfere with its own take-home. They’re struggling just to keep their heads a fraction of an inch taller than Dear One’s newly recognized peace-keepers.
This is all, in our mind, incremental progress towards totalitarianism. As befits baby Donald, his steps are small, stumbling, and cautious. Hardly believing in his good fortune to be president, he hesitates to act too swiftly or too radically. After all, he has to keep his eye on 2020.
By which time, if our scenario is not imaginary, there will be worse hell to pay. Tomorrow we’ll try to present more of Dear One’s machinations towards immortality.
For readers who cannot believe the Cinemascope presentation above, let us refer them to: It Can’t Happen Here, written by Sinclair Lewis in 1935, as well as a more modern warning from Timothy Snyder at Yale in his On Tyranny.