Isolated from power the Republican party has turned inward and driven itself insane on a toxic mix of fear and rage.
Trump is its natural figurehead.
Trump one imagines doesn’t really want to be president; only king will do – and it’s worth trying to picture the American Majesty’s style –
– the ne plus ultra piss-elegance of a Trump presidency with its slathers of gold-gilt and reflective glass – the aesthetic of say a 1970s mid-level mobster from Buffalo- with Real Housewives updates of high-tech and glitz.
Richard Nixon – raised a Quaker – went hard for royal pomp with the presidential seal stamped on everything from cufflinks to golf carts and toy-soldier trumpeters to announce his entrance and exit.
Nixon came within a whisker of madness – is imperial style a marker of mental instability?
Safe to say Trump’s would not be a modest presidency.
Norman Mailer writing in 1968 of Nixon’s nomination in Miami and the Siege of Chicago, had this prophecy for the Republican party: (cont..)
Fear has been the driving force of the GOP since the start of the cold war – fear of Commies – fear of black people – fear of Mexicans – gay people – feminists – Muslims – terrorists – feds and so forth – the fear-mongering cultivated to a high art form in the years since 9/11.
The difference this time around is economic.
The Republican establishment told the base to do one thing and the base at long last did the opposite.
‘Pluck the chicken but don’t make it scream’ a long-ago New World dictator once told his cronies but in America in the year 2016 – after 35 years of supply-side economics – wholesale globalization and the biggest redistribution of wealth – not trickle down but vacuum up – in history –
– the chicken is screaming.