The only
phenomenon this week as overblown and insincere as Donald Trump is the
flagellation over Donald Trump: specifically, his weed-like persistence as the
front-runner for the 2016 Republican Presidential nomination. Frank
Bruni and David
Brooks of the New York Times intellectualize
about how the terrible power of the communications industry has turned the awe
of a race for the presidency into therapeutic entertainment, multi-channel dope
for shallow voters angry that America isn’t working properly for them and their
tawdry interests anymore.
Trump, of course,
is too crude and too hedonistic to lead America’s vast, thin-skinned power
structure. Nevertheless, he is sufficiently shameless, and carries a resume and
bank credit sufficient to cast a harsh light on the true presidential front-runners.
The allure of
power politics has cheapened the Manhattan entertainer brand of Jon Stewart. In
return, Manhattan wheeler-dealer Donald Trump—not entertainer Donald Trump—is
setting Washington on its heels.
Trump has a
popular, not a populist, proposition: I don’t let things fester; I deal with
them.
He appeals to the
millions who’ve come to believe that Washington is run by a mellow, idle class
of actors and scriptwriters who worry more about reviews than results. And the
smooth, carefully considered, and thoroughly researched speeches and asides of the
Clintons and the Bushes only stretch out the hurt of Donald Trump.
As a reluctant
betting blogger, I suspect the moderates in the Republican Party already have
the candidates and so credible a prospect of retaking the White House that
they’ll survive Trump by holding their delicate noses.
Trump, however,
must force the Democrats to think fast.
Congresswoman Nancy
Pelosi was the dealmaker who delivered Obama’s only historically significant
domestic fix. The Democrat slate to replace Obama today is led by a calculator
without domestic accomplishment, a smoothie who obviously won’t be beaten by her
present challenger, an old pol who thinks he’s more sincere.
Don’t be
disheartened, though, dear Democrats: thinking could be worthwhile. Read the New
York Review of Books profile of Governor Andrew Cuomo by Jim
Dwyer. Here’s an executive son of a
bitch who makes only necessary enemies and knows more about how to be effective
in politics, in this decade, than Hillary Clinton and any other candidate in
either party now promising to end "gridlock" and make Washington a more
businesslike American capital.
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