This Unholy Mess

If the Ten Commandments don’t really do it for you but you can’t quite stomach Dr. Phil either, then why not dip your mental big toe into This Unholy Mess? I can sound as authoritative as Oprah, as enthusiastic as Joel Osteen, and as esoteric as Ron Hubbard—and I can do it all without the terrible burden of wealth and notoriety that might risk infusing my writing with a bit of legitimacy. Much of what you will find on the blog is political, if only because I am a fan of tragi-comedy; but there are plenty of offensive religious and social topics to disturb just about anyone with a reasonably closed mind, a slight chip on his shoulder, and a desire to confront people belligerently from the safety of a computer keyboard. Enjoy!


Just ask the president, he’ll tell you: governance is such a drag. All that policy to discuss, details to grasp, legislators to talk to—sometimes you even have to read stuff. So boring. But campaigning? Ah, that’s another story. What could be more invigorating than being surrounded by adoring fans cheering you on, with no expectation that you will say anything logical or even coherent? Campaigning has always been the president’s strong suit, because it is essentially a sales job. It’s a free-wheeling, gut-level, emotional process, tailor-made for Trump, the verbal confetti cannon. He has surpassed all other politicians in his ability to make the sale at his campaign events, and this is because those other guys are hobbled with annoying, old-fashioned scruples: they actually feel some need to adhere to facts and to reality when they speak. Liberated as he is from these stodgy old standards, he can sell his products with joyous abandon. What the rubes do with the snake oil at the end of the day is their problem. All he wants to hear is: ka-ching! Another vote in the till. And boy, is he stepping up his game in the last weeks before the mid-term elections! Ten rallies in six days! Impressive. There can’t possibly be any actual governance that is needed right now, since everything in the world is going so smoothly, so why not get out there and grab an adulation fix? As always, Mr. Trump has his priorities clearly defined: me, me, me. Okay, and maybe the Secretary of Diet Coke. It’s instructive to look not just at the frenetic pace of these pre-election gatherings, but at the products he is tossing out to the crowd like rolls of paper towels to hurricane refugees. For instance, he says he is the sworn protector of health care coverage for pre-existing conditions, and that Democrats want to do away with it. Of course anyone who has paid the slightest bit of attention knows the whole concept was originally a major feature of Obamacare and that Trump has many times advocated repealing that law in its entirety—including coverage for pre-existing conditions. If it weren’t for John McCain’s memorable vote in the Senate, pre-existing condition coverage would be non-existing right now. The fact that this embarrassing lie does...   Read more

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