Acts classed as “criminal” have historically provided marginalized people with economic and political power. This is, in part, why they were criminalized to begin with. Income inequality in the United States is the highest it’s been since the Census Bureau began tracking it 50 years ago. In light of the economic deprivation experienced by large portions of the population, the vandalizing of property and the theft of goods could just as easily be framed as the enforcement of a moral economy—the rightful reappropriation of stolen wealth. The historian E.P. Thompson has argued that the periodic bread riots that punctuated a nascent industrial society in Britain were not spontaneous outbursts, but rather a way for people to intervene in and regulate unjust distribution.
Now more and more people can finally see what few of us have been repeating for years: The entire world has its neck squashed by the U.S. boot. The entire world “cannot breathe”! And the entire world has to fight for its right to be able to breathe!
But promises and following through on them are two different things. In case you have not been keeping up, Trump has failed to implement any of the above pledges. Since he got away with making promises that he had no intention of keeping, we can expect Trump to repeat that performance during the 2020 general election campaign.
Trump is exactly who his critics have always said he was: a venal, narcissistic, corrupt, self-dealing wannabe autocrat. He has proven that over and over again, and the Ukraine scandal is just the latest demonstration of a plain fact. It’s impeachable on its own, but it’s also falls at the end of a series of condemnable conduct. His ideological compatriots should start taking the president’s critics seriously, instead of desperately trying to sweep Trump’s mountain of wrongdoing under the rug.
But I got up from a sick bed, less than a week after being operated upon for a perforated appendix that came close to killing me. A grumpy French surgeon, a speedy (and vastly cheaper operation than I could have had at home) have kept me alive and now well enough to crawl to my keyboard to share the opinion that Donald (“the Dotard,” the Dullard, the Graceless, the Corpulent, the Revolting, the Pussy Grabber, the Thief, the Prevaricator) Trump may be the most appropriate symbol for my country in these times remotely imaginable.
The revulsion I have for this man isn’t likely to be news to anyone who has consulted this blogsite over the past few years. In fact, I’ve repeated myself endlessly on the subject in an ongoing fit of sputtering consternation. But I don’t recall writing about how much Trump seems like the spitting image image of what our country has become.