In many ways modern media cogs are little removed from this worker:
Theirs is a chore of numbing repetition. Tectonic plates full of prog writers staring with dull bovine dumbness as they fill jars of column space with formulaic liberal peanut butter. One unit after another, each indistinguishable from the eternity that preceded it.
Of course pap doesn’t have to be palatable to have an effect. Its sheer weight of volume alone can suffocate the indulgent. And that’s largely the intent of our present anti-Trump assembly line: mass produce enough paste to plug the public’s senses.
It’s been about a year now since the Jif-Industrial complex shifted to a war footing over Trump’s candidacy. Since that time media consumers have suffered a pitiless fusillade of the brown viscous spread. Every hour of every day readers are mortar-shelled with incoming jars targeting the Republican nominee, many of which being launched by Republicans.
Fortunately one article may be read just as another. Or combined. Or alternated by word. The Trump Hate genre is remarkably fungible. And would you know if mom mixed two jars on your PBandJ sandwich? I doubt it.
Regardless, I randomly clicked on one of today’s cans and landed upon this piece from the Chicago Tribune. The article itself is pristine peanut butter, and thus nothing at all to merit your attention unless as a final assault on insomnia. Though one element of its bland broadsides was worth discussion.
The line worker in this case takes exception to the characterization of Trump as a “populist.” This because that term bears connotations of alignment with the common people. And that just can’t be right at all since the people are with her! Or zir, as etiquette may require.
Trump isn’t a populist but a demagogue. The difference being that a populist seeks political power to work for the good of the average citizen. A demagogue claims the same motivation, but is truly only interested in aggrandizing himself.
It’s unfortunate Trump didn’t secure his mind’s wi-fi with WPA2 protocols. Though since he did not, media figures have gained unencrypted access to his innermost thoughts and motivations and publicized these widely without consent. It’s something to think about as you next stroll past a newsstand.
But here’s the relevant question: how should you as a voter feel to learn that the candidate who advanced your interests did so primarilly for his own benefit rather than yours? The logical answer: ecstatic. And why that’s so is an enigma no True Conservative will ever likely solve.
If ideal alighted in laps, I would love to place our banner in the hands of a man who carried it with his heart. Senator Jeff Sessions is probably an earnest American example. Whether Donald Trump is another, I don’t know. Though I spend little time wondering. Because if he does the right things for the wrong reasons none are likely to know but the media’s mind-melders. And very few men will spit in rage at learning that they only have secure jobs and safe neighborhoods because Trump did it for himself.
But unfortunately this plaintive pourquoi has burrowed deeply into the political calculations of most conservatives. It’s a sort of spiritual purity test, which is a luxury of men whose interests have already been served. And unless your name ends in ‘stein or includes a precious metal, it’s a luxury you likely do not enjoy.
Unfortunately this doesn’t dissuade many Republicans, who seek foremost a candidate that shares my values. No cohort in history has been easier to dispossess. George W. Bush shared lots of values with the people whose sons he sent to bleed in the sand, indebted their grandchildren, and introduced to many exotic new neighbors. But he did the worst things with the best thoughts, and so was denounced with little vigor by the Cucktocracy.
If these people could learn anything from the Tribune’s jar of peanut butter, it should be this: you’re never going to be friends with Trump, have him over for beers and BBQ, or wrestle in bed with Melania. Thus it is not his personality but his policies that will come to roost in your life. Those are where focus should fall. If he finds self-aggrandizement in actions that benefit you, then only the fools should bellow.
And that’s why we have jars of National Review.