By David Glenn Cox
Human beings are funny people. It’s like old Joe Stalin once said, the death of one man is a tragedy, the death of a million a statistic. Kristi Noem, interesting only because of a possible VP nod from the Orange Apocalypse. She drops a grenade while juggling to impress. Relating an anecdote about how she shot her dog because he was aggressive and untrainable. Thank you for sharing that, what a lovely story.
Trying to do a good thing by telling her story and it comes out all wrong. I’m sure she did other things growing up besides murdering her pets. She was trying to make a point about being strong and psychopathic. Things you really don’t want to do but cross me one more time and find out. She would have probably been happier with Tropical fish. Still untrainable, but less likely to poop on the rug. Largely non-aggressive, unless you get Piranha.
Meanwhile, back at the black robe ranch Samuel Alito muses. Gee, why can’t a President legally commit crimes? What a novel approach towards his own unemployment. Riddle me this Batman; If a President can legally commit crimes. What the fuck does said President need with a Supreme Court? If the President has unquestioned divine authority to do whatever the hell they like, including murder? Something tells me, the first time the Supreme Court gave the President a hard time. The justices could become accident prone, like in Putin’s Russia. Falling out a 14th story window in a 12-story building.
Now ask yourself, which story is more shocking? Of course, a puppy that was killed decades ago. Like the proverbial chicken and egg, Noem is only potentially a threat to the human race, while Alito already has the job.
More telling is the court even hearing arguments in a case Richard Nixon’s court settled way back yonder. “No,” The President cannot commit crimes. There’s something very Romanesque about it all. Can Caesar lawfully murder his enemies? If Caesar can murder his enemies, can’t Caesar’s enemies lawfully murder Caesar? If Caesar in their opinion, does wrong or seeks a crown? Et tu, Brute?
The Noem faux pas either becomes her swan song or a meme. If Trump picks Noem as his running mate it is going to be dog meme central. No telling how many votes she lost with her murderous admission. Trumper’s might not be smart, but they still love their dogs. Their dogs, their pickup trucks and their women (Get in the truck and shut up.) They love their Country music, Christianity, and a chew of Red Man tobacco.
“Hi, I’m Joe Biden! If you like the Supreme Court just the way it is, vote for my opponent!” The court has always been unpopular, only now is also perceived as even more corrupt than originally thought, and contemptible to boot. Like Noem, the Court discusses opinions which would be better left unsaid. Noem kills a puppy, Alito would let Trump kill us all, including Alito.
The Senate passed the aid package for Ukraine 79 to 18 almost overnight. The same aid package which had languished for weeks in the House because a handful of irresponsible Republicans had stymied the Speaker. People died because of that, and people are dying still. But see, the House was busy playing politics and generating reelection brochure material.
Threatening their own Speaker at every turn the House Republicans lower their own public approval. Harry Truman never referred to the 1948 Congress as anything except the “DO NOTHING” Congress. Harry ran for reelection by running against that Congress. Joe Biden also has an unpopular “do nothing” Congress and a truly frightening Supreme Court.
When the Supreme court begins discussing whether the President can legally murder his enemies, it’s obviously time for new court. Ask any eight-year-old on the street; is it okay to murder people? I mean, if a political opponent has a legitimate grievance and is blocking El Presidente’s most wonderful plans. Is two in the back of the head or a tragic one car accident the appropriate answer in a modern American Democracy?
These are the daunting, haunting legal questions of our time leaving us all perfectly baffled. Questions only a highly skilled and highly trained Jurist can decide. You know, 007 has a license to kill too, but even he had a boss. The model Alito is referring to is an Emperor. An authoritarian Furher, El Douche with unquestioned and unrestrained powers. What could possibly go wrong?
Noem is out. She might catch Trump’s eye and admiration for her wanton cruelty, but that won’t sell papers in Peoria. I would suggest for Donald Trump a truly fitting running mate. Dolton, Illinois, Mayor Tiffany Henyard. Accused of bribery and various and sundry capricious acts. Henyard pays her “security” detail tens of thousands in overtime. She takes them along when she flies first class to Las Vegas. In fact, she so much like the Orange Apocalypse, it might be a strike against her. Tiffany is like Trump; heaven doesn’t want him, and hell is afraid he will take over.
“Now I will tell you the answer to my question. It is this. The Party seeks power entirely for its own sake. We are not interested in the good of others; we are interested solely in power, pure power. What pure power means you will understand presently. We are different from the oligarchies of the past in that we know what we are doing. All the others, even those who resembled ourselves, were cowards and hypocrites. The German Nazis and the Russian Communists came very close to us in their methods, but they never had the courage to recognize their own motives. They pretended, perhaps they even believed, that they had seized power unwillingly and for a limited time, and that just around the corner there lay a paradise where human beings would be free and equal. We are not like that. We know that no one ever seizes power with the intention of relinquishing it. Power is not a means; it is an end. One does not establish a dictatorship in order to safeguard a revolution; one makes the revolution in order to establish the dictatorship. The object of persecution is persecution. The object of torture is torture. The object of power is power. Now you begin to understand me.”
― George Orwell, 1984
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