It's been a rather quiet week here at Bloody Nib Manor. There was only one instance of the local constabulary being called out, not by the residents of the Manor, to deal with a yokel who, as many of his ilk, has no sense of the consequences of his actions before acting and not quite realizing that waving a pistol about and screaming at the top of his lungs may result in him being put into the nick for a while. But such is the shire.
Your faithful writer has not paid much attention to the impeachment investigation of Pres. Trump now taking place in Washington, D.C. It is not so much that he does not care about the future of the nation as it is that there is nothing that he can do about it. To pay close attention to this circus is like paying close attention to a rain storm. The thing exists and talking about it will do nothing to stop it.
But, in the opinion of your friend, the almost Howdy Doodyish Adam Schiff really has no intention of actually impeaching and convicting Mr. Trump. His intention is to throw as much mud and muck as he can at Mr. Trump before the 2020 presidential election. He wants to make Mr. Trump a Richard III complete with crooked back and charges of murdering poor innocent princes.
Here's the deal: What Mr. Trump is basically accused of is being a President who has a foreign policy that does not go along with the established bureaucratic line. For whatever "evil" reasons that he may have Mr. Trump took a different line with Ukrainia (or as it's now known, Ukraine) that did not line up with that of the "big brains" in the State Department. Mr. Trump is an inelegant and a ham fisted man who does not own the talent for dissimulation that the professional "diplomat" does. He is, despite being a Queens, New York born and bred fellow, is more of a cowboy than Ronald Reagan ever was. He says what he thinks and says what he wants. In a sense, he is a throwback to an American style that ended with the awful Woodrow Wilson; in other words, often rude and crude, but honest.
Mr. Trump's real sin among the yakking class is that he has been taking on the established bureaucracy. Mr. Trump calls that crowd "the Deep State." Make no mistake, there is a "Deep State" in foreign policy that sees itself as the real and wisest source of proper American foreign policy. This crowd includes the State Department, the CIA, the NSA, and even the FBI. That crowd doesn't care about the dictates of an elected president. They know "better." This is the same crowd that was surprised by the fall of the Berlin Wall and the fall of the Soviet Union. This is the same crowd that claimed that trading with Communist China would result in the actual democratization of China instead of China gaining a trade advantage with the U.S. Monetarily the U.S. owes China more money than does China owe the U.S. And because of this imbalance the U.S. has reduced its support of Taiwan because the Red Army is big because Americans have unknowing paid for it, and Taiwan is little and is worthless despite the fact that it's a democracy of sorts. The Deep State sees money as the important thing to get, and not the encouragement of free nations in East Asia.
Those who are old enough may remember the movie Dr. Zhivago. In the movie one of the characters during pre-Revolutionary Russia, mentions bureaucrats with contempt. Later, after the Revolution, the same character becomes a bureaucrat of the worst sort. That's what bureaucracy does. It makes a little man or woman into a person with power who really has no more business having power than the average Beagle.
The fact of the matter is that the elect President makes foreign policy and those who have been lucky enough to worm their way into the State Department or CIA do not and should not. They serve at the pleasure of the President. And your writer means every and any elected President whether it be an awful Wilson or Obama, or a Trump or Reagan.
In truth, for better or worse, every bureaucrat, no matter their level, should be required to tender their resignation upon the election of a new President in the same way that federal attorney-generals are required to do. A new President is a new broom who sweeps clean. But because of the laws in place the bureaucrat who supported Kissinger's policy toward China is still embedded in his pigeon hole and tries as much as he can to make the U.S. the bitch of Peking (now known as Beijing).
Don Cherry, a former hockey player and a long time hockey commentator, was fired from his long-time position with the Canadian Broadcasting Company was fired from his long time job as a commentator on Hockey Night in Canada for expressing his opinion that immigrants to Canada are lacking in patriotism by not wearing the Red Poppy on Armistice Day, and that they really had no loyalty to the Canada that he knew. The CBC pretty much considered this a form of "hate speech" and was offensive towards immigrants. The CBC gave the usual "little brown babies" excuse that liberals do for people who do not want to become a part of the countries to which they have immigrated from hell-holes that any civilized person would hardly want to evacuate their bowels into. In other words, the "little brown babies" are just so damn dumb and so damn clueless that they cannot become a part of the nation to which they have infected themselves. And this, in its self, shows that the CBC is more racist than the average Alberta farmer who was suspicious of the Doukobors or Molokans. In other words, the recent immigrant from some God forsaken nation that holds to the Koran (now known as the Quaran for some strange reason) above the Bible, is given an excuse to be protected from verbal offense by a hockey commentator because he realizes that many Mohammedans really have no interest in Canada or its history or war time sacrifices. The "little brown babies" are just too dumb to know their good fortune by being in Canada instead of Damascus.
Have you, dear reader, ever noticed that the current professional political class seem to have no interest outside of politics? Think about this. There was a time when the study of economics was called the "dismal science." Well, anyone with a lick of sense thinks that economics beyond balancing one's bank account and trying to prepare for retirement will know that economics is as about as interesting as counting the number of fleas on a stray cat. But contemporary politics have made economics look almost as exciting as women's Gaelic football. And that's saying something. The current politician, no matter what his or her party is and no matter the political philosophy, is one of those kids in high school who had no aspiration other than getting elected to the student council. That kid was not interested in sports, cars, music, movies. That kid was a freak and a one dimensional freak. And that kid is probably your city councilman, assemblyman, congressman or senator.
When one looks at the awful pols of the past you find that the old pols were a bit more rounded. Truman and Nixon were amateur piano players and were (perhaps unjustly) proud of their talent. FDR was an amateur sailor, Jackson was a bit of a duellist, TR was a hunter and conservationist, Lincoln, reputedly, was a harmonica player, Jefferson was an amateur architect and a bibliophile. Even Mike Huckabee is an amateur rock bass player. These men were, in a sense, more rounded than the current crop of politicians. They had interests outside of wanting to rule other people and "make the world a better place." In other words, the current crop of "statesmen" are just awful nerds who seem to know what is best for you more than you do. And, admit it, you wouldn't want to have any of this bunch at your barbeque. They'd just throw a wet blanket on the thing like an insurance salesman trying to sell you life insurance while you're spooning out potato salad.
You, dear reader, have a life experience that is greater than the average politician. You see the world from the ground up. The average politician is akin to some guy who has read and believes the writing of Derrida or Foucault without ever having read Socrates or even John Bunyan.
But that's enough from this idiot. He has to make sure that his blunderbuss is loaded for when one of the local yokels decides that he wants the copper pot on the hob.
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