[Editor: Why is this post categorized under foreign affairs? With a Trump presidency, we aren’t in America anymore.]
The sad reality is that we knew this would happen. It doesn’t take a prophet or an extraordinarily gifted prognosticator to see the GOP arriving at this exact point. So I can’t take any credit or derive any joy from saying “I told you so.”
Now after the leaked conference call with his supporters, right on cue, Bill O’Reilly has called for U.S. District Court Judge Gonzalo Curiel to recuse himself from Donald Tump’s civil lawsuit dealing with Trump University. What does this have to do with a run for the presidency? It would likely move the trial back beyond November’s election, so it would be very helpful tactically. Beyond that, a friendly judge could help Trump fight the charges, which benefits nobody but Trump.
But we knew that’s how Trump rolls.
We knew Trump, from the beginning, was running a “me, alone” campaign. He himself, when he launched in July, didn’t think it would metastasize into an actual serious bid for the office.
We knew Trump didn’t understand a single thing about what it takes to govern. He was, from day one, unfit for office.
We knew Trump was a narcissistic bully who appeals to the worst elements in people, who awakens and stirs divisive thoughts of blame and envy. The man is sin incarnate.
We knew that the public Trump was different than the private Trump. That underneath the tough exterior was an insecure little boy growing up under a hard-nosed businessman father who sometimes sniffed at Donald’s Manhattan dreams. Fred Trump taught Donald that you can never own too many politicians and never have too much money. The reason for owning politicians was to help when money became a problem–they had a way of plowing through things that others could not.
Somewhere down deep, Donald has a heart, but only in private, and only when he’s looking for it. These days that seldom happens.
We knew that Trump was a womanizer, and that he treats the public like he treats his women. He woos; he beds; he asks for loyalty; he threatens if it’s not given; he leaves, pledging to visit soon. “I love you all” is the booster line for every Trump rally. He really does love the crowds, even those who despise him, because attention–good or bad–is useful.
We knew that unless a majority of GOP candidates running against Trump didn’t sit down and work together, that he would likely win the nomination. We denied it because of his weak support, but we suspected it strongly in August, September, October. We knew it for sure by February 10 with his strong victory in New Hampshire.
We knew that Trump was playing divide and conquer–the classic business school cooperation game. That everyone’s best interest was served by cooperation of competing interests, but one outlier caused them all to lose. He played it over and over again, and each time the GOP went student-body-left, student-body-right: It’s Rubio! It’s Cruz! It’s over.
We knew that Trump thrives on scandal and division, even within his own campaign. We knew that he makes scandalous remarks, to steer the conversation to what he really wants to discuss. If Trump had simply pointed out Judge Curiel’s membership in a few Latino legal organizations, the response would be “meh.” So Trump resorted to unmitigated racism. Then he told his surrogates to defend his racist remarks by pointing out the Latino organizations.
We knew the GOP would wake up one day to a stomachache, a headache, and a seared conscience from what Trump asked his supporters to do.
The GOP has drunk the hemlock. The poison is at work. A horrible, paralyzing, suffocating death follows.