The Liar – a Lesson in Verse

His name begins with D. He’s a charismatic, pathological liar who thrives on the pursuit of beautiful women, ensnaring them with an inflated biography of great accomplishments. But, in the course of his pursuit he is forced, time and again, to revise his story as an aide and ally reveals (leaks?) his lies.

Recognizable? The story line may be, but you’ll be surprised to discover it’s not the story you think it is. It’s not today’s headline grabber. Instead it’s the story of Dorante, The Liar, in a 17th Century play by Corneille adapted and updated by David Ives and playing concurrently this month in New York and Seattle.

I love clever wordplay and The Liar is nothing if not clever – both in concept and in wordplay. Delivered entirely in iambic pentameter verse, the play’s timing (no pun intended) is unusually in sync with the current news cycle, and its farcical situations add a liberal dose of laughter when there doesn’t seem to be much to laugh about these days.

Leap forward 373 years, from Corneille’s time to today’s parallel universe where, on Saturday, following another chaotic week in the White House, DJT, the other leading man whose name begins with D, beats it out of town to hold an ego boosting rally in Melbourne Florida. Campaigning again, less than 30 days after his inauguration, and relying on shop worn rhetoric from the earlier campaign, he was again The Man. Parading Melania out to open with the Lord’s Prayer, he followed with renewed promises to build a Wall, rid the country of criminal aliens, create thousands of jobs, lower taxes, straighten out the judicial system, and silence the lying media. It was chilling.

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Lies are headline news today – and every day. In fact, an argument can be made that lying is and has been the most consistent and durable media topic since Donald Trump entered the Republican primary race in 2015.

At his Friday news conference, the day before the Florida rally, the lies ranged from the size of his electoral victory “the largest electoral victory since Ronald Reagan” to his insistence that “this administration is running as a fine tuned machine” to the assertion that “nobody I know of in my campaign had any contact with Russia,” – all verifiable lies. The Donald is shoveling against a tsunami of misrepresentations, lies, alternative facts, phantom terror attacks, fabricated massacres, and heavy pushback from congressional, judicial, intelligence and news sources.

I’m fascinated by the show, but a steady diet of the Trumpster is depressing and dangerous. The only escapes that work for me are darkened theaters, a trendy restaurant with a good bartender, or a lap pool all to myself.

Sunday afternoon M and I escaped to a matinee performance of The Liar at The Bathhouse, one of Seattle’s small forums for creative live theater. The subject matter wasn’t exactly off topic, but it was therapeutic to spend an afternoon watching professional actors lampoon a liar and show the gyrations it takes to juggle a huge, some would say“tremendous,” pack of lies. After the Sunday morning news programs, I was experiencing acid reflux and a throbbing headache. It was either a good dose of laughter or a fistful of Prilosec.

It’s easy to make fun of D for Donald, but now that he’s the 45th President of the United States things have changed. It’s not funny anymore. This is serious business, and I found it instructive to read what the grandmaster of the lie, Joseph Goebbels, Nazi Reich Minister of Propaganda, had to say about it:

“If you tell a lie big enough and keep repeating it, people will eventually come to believe it. The lie can be maintained only for such time as the State can shield the people from the political, economic and/or military consequences of the lie. It thus becomes vitally important for the State to use all of its powers to repress dissent, for the truth is the mortal enemy of the lie, and thus by extension, the truth is the greatest enemy of the State.” 

The election of 2016 has brought lies and lying front and center in our daily conversations. What are we going to do about it? Sissela Bok, the Harvard philosopher, ethicist, and author of Lying: Moral Choice in Public and Private Life writes:

Deceit and violence–these are the two forms of deliberate assault on human beings. Both can coerce people into acting against their will. Most harm that can befall victims through violence can come to them also through deceit. But deceit controls more subtly, for it works on belief as well as action. Even Othello, whom few would have dared to try to subdue by force, could be brought to destroy himself and Desdemona through falsehood. (Lying p.19)

It sounds hyperbolic to equate what’s happening in America with the lead up to World War II. Trump is no Hitler, but he may be a Mussolini – part despot, part buffoon, part nightmare – able to do serious damage to individuals and groups he doesn’t agree with or who challenge him. At one point Mussolini said, “Democracy is beautiful in theory; in practice it is not. You in America will see that someday. …The truth is that men are tired of liberty.”

In light of the Trump rhetoric, this is a chilling reminder that we cannot take for granted the liberty our founding fathers debated long and hard to give us. We can’t get lazy and let ourselves be “tired of liberty.” When only 51% of eligible voters participate in a presidential election, as they did in 2016, our liberty is vulnerable to the lies, demagoguery, and attacks on a free press that we are witnessing today. We have to stand up and resist, and we have to force our elected representatives in Congress to do the same.

The Liar ends with Dorante musing on his situation.

Perhaps I’ll go onstage and be an actor.

Maybe Corneille will write me up a play.

Or maybe, with my gifts and disposition,

I’ll emigrate and be a politician.”

I’m sorry Dorante; it’s already been done. Reagan, Ventura, Schwarzenegger, and now Trump. Maybe what we need is a savior. Can you help us out there? Just don’t lie to us. We’ve had enough of that.

If DJT Offers You a S**t Sandwich? Don’t Bite!

I’ve been waiting all week to extract myself from the national horror show and get back to writing about food, films, and books. Last night M and I slipped out to Bastille Café and Bar, one of our favorite places, for a happy hour treat. We took two seats at the round high-top community table in the bar, ordered a carafe of Provencal rose’ and launched into a debrief of this week’s political scandals and alternative facts.

The Friday after work crowd was just arriving, the atmosphere cozy, and the staff upbeat and welcoming. Just what we were looking for. We took our time but eventually got around to ordering a special Romaine salad and an order of mussels, frites and truffle aioli while warming ourselves in front of the small fire pit in the center of the table.

Bastille is a classic-style French bistro where it’s not unusual to share a table with other patrons. While we were enjoying our happy hour, two women came in separately and sat at the high top with us but didn’t engage except to say hello. They were both involved with their phones anyway and we continued our conversation. M and I noted how comfortable the two women were coming in alone, ordering glasses of wine, and unwinding from their day at work. Liberated. Very civilized.

Full of wine and frites, we paid the bill and drove home. I was planning to begin writing about Bruce Springsteen’s recent autobiography – a distraction from the swirling political madness that’s dominating the news. I’m a big fan of Springsteen’s music and the earthy, working man’s aura that surrounds him, and last week I read an interesting review of the autobiography in the London Review of Books. That’s where I was planning to start.

But… when we got home, several “notifications” popped up on my phone at the same time.

One of them was from Slate.com who posted the following:

“Donald Trump isn’t accustomed to hearing prospective underlings say “No.” So it came as a shock when retired Vice Adm. Robert Harward—his first choice to replace Michael Flynn as national security adviser—told the president he’d have to think about the offer. It must have been a double shock when, a few days later, Harward turned him down flat.

CNN quoted one of Harward’s friends saying that, in mulling over the decision, he was persuaded most of all by the sheer dysfunction of Trump’s presidency, describing the job he was offered as ‘a shit sandwich.’”

Unbelievable… or is it?

I was hopeful when I learned that Admiral Harward was Trump’s choice as Flynn’s replacement. I was even more heartened when I learned he had been offered the job. He has impeccable credentials – Navy Seal Team commander, Deputy Chief of Central Command, as well as being a close friend and colleague of James Mattis, the newly confirmed Secretary of Defense.

The announcement came, but the small print told us that said he was “considering” the job and negotiating its terms. Red Flag moment. I was still hopeful, but wary. It’s highly unusual to announce a high government position has been offered without knowing there will be an acceptance. Was there a problem?

Rumors were circulating last week that Harward’s friend, Mattis, was unhappy about his staff support, and it’s reasonable to assume he cautioned his friend to get assurances from the Trumpers that he wouldn’t have the same problem if he took the NSC job.

I was reassured. I knew the guy was serious, and the negotiations established that he wasn’t going to take the job without assurances that he could do it the way he wanted with the staff he needed. He was my white knight riding into Bannon’s bailiwick with the ordnance to defend himself and do the job properly. He would bring experience, knowledge, and rationality back into the National Security Council, and his demands might even include disbanding Bannon’s recently created parallel unit, the Strategic Initiatives Group, (several right-wing zealots) within the NSC.

Last night’s notifications delivered the bad news. Harward declined the job. The Trump team was unwilling to let him choose his own team, preferring to retain General Flynn’s staff, including former Fox News commentator K.T.(Kathleen) McFarland, a Trump favorite. Chalk up another win for the Trump/Bannon cabal and another setback for the rest of us.

No sale. Shit sandwich.

 

Is DJT our Great Gatsby?

Like most Americans I’ve been mesmerized by the story of Donald J. Trump aka The Donald. Real estate developer, entertainer, university founder, shirt and tie maker, birther-mythologist, pussy- grabber, casino failure, bankruptcy expert, and now the 45th President of the United States.

It’s been quite a journey for DJT. At the moment it’s the best TV viewing since The Sopranos. I don’t want to miss an episode – the media coverage, tweets, rants, gaffes, alternative facts and walk-backs that dominate the news cycle. Since election night 2016, I haven’t been able to tear myself away from the TV, radio, print, and social networks.

First thing in the morning I’m outside gathering up the dailies (New York and Seattle Times). Next, I sit down with my coffee to read the papers and listen to CBS This Morning and Morning Joe for the latest tweets, insults, and surrogate apologies. At 9 a.m., in my home office, I put CNN, MSNBC, or Fox on to play in the background. In the car I’m tuned to Morning Edition, All Things Considered, or Sirius XM’s POTUS channel. At bedtime it’s Colbert followed by James Corden. I can’t help it; I’m obsessed with the unfolding drama.

It’s surprising, but super saturation hasn’t diminished my curiosity. There is plenty of fear and loathing to go around. The man we regarded as a joke, the one who seemed to be running for student body president, is now the most powerful person in the world. And yet, there is so much we don’t know about him –  especially what’s in his tax filings.

We know he doesn’t smoke, drink, or sleep, doesn’t read but watches TV obsessively, tweets compulsively, loves money and beautiful women, despises criticism and craves the adoration of others, but how did he pull off his unexpected victory? Does he have “super powers”?  If he wasn’t the President of the United States we might think of him as a cartoon character. The Riddler? The Joker? A new Marvel Comics villain?

Given that larger than life persona, doesn’t he deserve a better identifier? “Trump” sounds so low class, like Frump. You’d think he would have changed it himself. Trump – rhymes with Dump, Bump, and, yes, Plump. Not very dignified. Is this the way a larger than life President should be identified?

I think he needs a new ID. From now on he’s going to be DJT. I think he’ll be flattered. DJT, presidential shorthand, like FDR or JFK. Wouldn’t it be “tremendous” or “amazing” to be known that way? It would be “huge.” He’d be like JFK, the much admired 35th President; the war hero with the quick wit, with wealth, prestige, Hollywood beauties, and a Harvard education. He’d be DJT, the kid from Jamaica, Queens, who made it to the golden penthouse on Fifth Avenue. DJT, with his Slovenian-model princess and his celebrated degree from the Wharton School of Finance.

But wait… Wharton isn’t taking my calls. What’s this mean? Where are The Donald’s records? Now I get it… DJT didn’t really commence that illustrious college career at Wharton. In fact, he didn’t technically end it there either. You see, after two years at Fordham, you heard right… after two years at Fordham… DJT transferred to Penn (home to Wharton School of Finance).

It’s complicated, as they say. Yes, DJT transferred to Penn after two years at Fordham and while at Penn he took some classes at the Wharton School of Finance but his degree, in 1968, is not an MBA from Wharton. No… like so many things Trumpian, the degree is not the shiny object he wants you to see (Wharton MBA), but a rather plebeian  undergraduate degree from Penn. As Lloyd Bentsen might say, DJT is no JFK.

Always on the lookout for a creative analogy, I’ve been hunting for a figure of comparable  notoriety to measure DJT against, someone as iconic in his time as DJT is today. If not JFK, then who? As a media creation, an entertainer, self-promoter, and outsider with no government experience he doesn’t match up with any historical figure I can think of, although the sex-drenched, bribe-ridden, media compromised, cabinet level whore-mongering of Italy’s recently deposed Silvio Berlusconi does resonate. But, Silvio’s scandals are singularly Italian.

No, I’ve come to think of DJT as a uniquely American phenomenon, and, as the country’s future unfolds before us, it occurred  to me that it was more likely I’d find his counterpart in fiction rather than politics. Thinking that way, it wasn’t difficult for me to see DJT as the real life version of the most famous flawed character in American fiction – Jay Gatsby – the title character of F. Scott Fitzgerald’s The Great Gatsby.  He’s a fictional entrepreneur, living large in a world of self-promoting opulence, an imposter of “tremendous” proportions who is ultimately destroyed in the center of the fantasy he created for himself. DJT is the 21st century’s Jay Gatsby

It sounds odd, but I believe he’d be flattered to learn he is being compared to Gatsby. Although it’s well known he doesn’t read, I’m sure he knows the film versions of the novel. To see himself as Robert Redford or Leonardo DiCaprio would undoubtedly stroke his unquenchable ego and his self-created image as a figure of unimaginable wealth.

Though different in some ways, the similarities between Gatsby and DJT are astonishing. Gatsby, like DJT, was larger than life. Fitzgerald painted the portrait of a “successful,” enigmatic, and immensely rich Long Island entrepreneur who lived flamboyantly in a palace-like mansion, on a fortune of questionable origin.

DJT is also from Long Island, born in Jamaica, Queens, not far in distance but light years from the aristocratic, old money township of East Egg (Great Neck) and it’s lesser relative, the nouveau riche enclave, West Egg (Port Washington).

Both men – more surface than substance – are engaged in a struggle for acceptance, validation, and love in the only way they know – through the accumulation of vast wealth and the impressions and power it bestows. The shaky real estate empire, trophy wife, gold leaf, and period crown moldings of Trump Tower and Mar al Lago are today’s nouveau riche corollaries of the rolling terraces and baroque balconies at the Long Island estate where the mysterious Gatsby, in his impeccable white suit, presided over glitzy weekend parties designed to impress his neighbors and elevate his social standing.

The press is consumed with DJT but, as they say, every day there’s a shiny new object to distract us from his lack of substance just as the lawn parties at West Egg hid all eyes from the mystery that was Gatsby. In this post-truth, alternative-fact, universe, how can we tell fact from fiction?  Gatsby’s goal was to capture the love of Daisy Buchannan, the Louisville, Kentucky princess he fell in love with before going off to war. DJT already has his gold-encrusted throne room and his Slovenian princess; now it’s America he wants for his trophy case.

So, where does all this lead? How does it end?

The Great Gatsby did not end well. Gatsby was murdered in a botched case of revenge and mistaken identity, assasinated by a blue collar husband who mistakenly thought Gatsby was having an affair with and responsible for the death of his wife. It wasn’t his illegal activities or questionable morality that brought him down. It was an unpredictable “black swan” event that unfolded at one of his glitzy parties.

The Great Gatsby is tragic love story thought by some to be the “Great American Novel,” and DJT, no matter what you think of him may also be another tragic story of epic proportions. We know the ending of Fitzgerald’s novel, but the end of the DJT story has yet to be written. I don’t know what will bring down DJT, but I believe it will happen because we are a country of laws and “we the people” will not allow the country and its values to be hijacked by an imposter who doesn’t know or respect those people or laws.

Will it be the FBI’s revelations about clandestine connections to Russia? Will it be the Democrats mobilizing the disparate factions that fear him? DJT tells us he loves surprises but he may not like the one that’s in store for him – maybe it will be Rosie O’Donnell in Steve Bannon drag? Wouldn’t that be a surprise?

I’m inclined to believe the end won’t involve any of the shiny objects we are looking at now. Like the surprise that brought down Gatsby, it’s likely to be a “black swan” that rises out of the “swamp” he created. Most likely it will be that kind of surprise – like George Wilson’s murder of Jay Gatsby.

“He had come to this blue lawn and his dream must have seemed so close that he could hardly fail to grasp it. He did now know that it was already behind him, somewhere back in that vast obscurity beyond the city, where the dark fields of the public rolled on under the night.

Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, that that’s no matter–tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther… And one fine morning–

So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.”

(Nick Carraway, the narrator, reflecting on Gatsby’s dream at the end of the novel)

New Sheriff. New Posse. New Rules…

“What we are witnessing now is the birth of a new political order.”

(Steve Bannon to the Washington Post )

Before Twitter. Before Facebook. Before cable news. Before the worldwide web. Before the “information age,” we had newspapers, national magazines, broadcast television, mainstream AM/FM radio, public libraries, and a relatively simple roadmap that informed our vision of world events as we engaged in heated but civil discourse on all matters political and religious.

In 1965, as a law student at the University of California, Berkeley, I wrote a statement, signed by many of my classmates, in support of the Free Speech Movement. The FSM was tearing the campus apart and drawing national attention. Last week, 52 years later, the campus was again the scene of riots and destruction. As before, it was  based on the right of students to listen to a controversial speaker advocating a set of unpopular views. We were observing another Berkeley-esque challenge to the First Amendment.

If you followed news of the “riots, you know that the speaker asserting his First Amendment rights was a right wing provocateur from Breitbart News. This is an important piece of the puzzle that we are struggling to piece together in the opening days of the Trump presidency.

The first step in deciphering the puzzle is understanding the concept of agent provocateur. This  old fashioned, French, compound noun conjures up dark thrillers from the past like Orson Welles’ The Third Man and Alfred Hitchcock’s 39 Steps and Joseph Conrad’s novel, The Secret Agent.

But, agent provocateurs are not just characters in old films and classic fiction. They are active in our current political life. Do the names Julia Hahn, Sebastian Gorka, Stephen Miller, and Milo Yiannopoulis ring a bell with you?

Yiannopoulis’ may sound familiar, because it was his invitation to speak that was the precipitating cause of the recent Berkeley riots and earlier ones at the University of Washington. The Berkeley appearance was cancelled at the last minute when a group of protesters, led by 100-150 black clad, hooded, anarchists arrived on the scene where they lit fires, broke windows, and caused havoc at the Student Union near UC’s Sather Gate. The original protest, which began peacefully, was meant to draw attention to the white supremacist, anti-Semitic, rhetoric of the Breitbart News editor and his support of President Donald Trump, but he and the anarchist demonstrators were able to turn the tables. Suddenly the media focus was on the protesters for not honoring American First Amendment values. Another example of the disruption strategy at work and an example of an agent provocateur in action.

An agent provocateur is a person who commits, or who acts to entice another person to commit an illegal or rash act or falsely implicate them in partaking in an illegal act. An agent provocateur may be acting out of their own sense of duty or may be employed by the police or other entity to discredit or harm another group (such as a peaceful protest or demonstration) by provoking them to commit a crime, thereby undermining the protest or demonstration as a whole. (Wikipedia)

Berkeley is a textbook case for decoding how an agent provocateur functions. The Berkeley College Republican organizers knew full well that Mr. Yiannopoulis’ speech would draw a large protest and likely some violence. They were aware that any violence would reflect badly on the protesters rather than on the white supremacist rants of the speaker, a classic instance in which the provocateur entices others to commit acts that will discredit the actors. A political organization or government often uses agents provocateurs against political opponents.

I have never been a conspiracy theorist (except perhaps in the disappearance of George W. Bush’s military service records), but I am becoming one in the early days of the Trump presidency. It’s fair to say that I was appalled at the Trump campaign and devastated by the election results though I wasn’t a Clinton advocate. And, while it’s true that I was aghast at the outcome I still didn’t fear for the future of the republic. That has now changed. Only ten days into the new administration I believe our democracy is in peril. And… Trump is not the culprit. He’s the dupe.

I won’t taunt you with a narrative about Trump’s lack of qualifications for the presidency. Suffice it to say that I have no respect for his intelligence or his putative love for America. His words confirm only that he craves adoration and is deeply troubled by the fact that despite his election to the presidency he is still regarded unfavorably by the majority of Americans. Did he think adoration came with the office?

It is increasingly clear to me that Donald J. Trump is simply a sidebar to the conspiracy I see unfolding. The central character is former Navy officer, Harvard MBA, Goldman Sachs banker, movie producer, media executive and Machiavellian manipulator.

Stephen Bannon is that character, the person most responsible for the Trump victory. The great mystery is how he was able to insinuate himself into the campaign hierarchy and rise to the position of chief strategist? It’s not clear how the two men got to know each other. On the surface they seem unlikely allies – the flamboyant, self-promoting, real estate developer and the behind the scenes alt-right manipulator – but as early as 2015, while chairman of Breitbart News, and long before the campaign gained real momentum, there was evidence of Bannon’s interest in the campaign. In August of 2015, in an email to a Breitbart colleague he asserted “I’m Trump’s campaign manager.” When asked if she could forward the email, he asked her not to though the email was later made public. It wasn’t until a year later in August of 2016 that he officially associated himself with the campaign and his role more public.

So what’s the conspiracy? Here it is… with supporting evidence. Bannon is an alt-right nationalist. It can be argued that he’s also a white supremacist, anti-Semite, wife beating misogynist (see the reports on his 1997 divorce), but all of that may be incidental to his bigger plan to destabilize and realign America in the world.

Bannon is, in his very black heart, (see Saturday Night Live spoofs of him as the Angel of Death) above all things an anti-globalist.  According to The Guardian he thinks America,

“is engaged in a pitched struggle against threats from within and without. It is a battle that will last years, and requires iron resolve and steely determination. If the free press, a bastion of democratic self-governance, does not grasp these elusive truths, then it should “keep its mouth shut”, he says.

Bannon is not the president’s servant. The president is his tool. For years, Bannon cast about for the proper vehicle to carry the fight forward. Sarah Palin, Rick Perry –they were considered possible material. Now in Donald Trump he has found adequate if imperfect stuff. Both are workaholics. Both share a protectionist mindset. Both are combative.

But Bannon, in contrast to the president, is not easily distracted. He is intelligent, articulate, focused in his ideology and dedicated to the struggle. And he has now been catapulted by an undisciplined president to the inner precincts of the National Security Council and its principals’ committee, assuming a position senior to the chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff and the director of national intelligence.”

Since the inauguration and Trump’s “American carnage” address, the train has left the station and is gathering speed. The players (administration, Cabinet nominees and their departments, Congress and the electorate) are reeling and off balance in their effort to understand its vector and/or destination.

The earliest administration moves were predictable, like the “repeal and replace” rhetoric of Obamacare and the Executive Order to enable construction of The Wall. But, the second weekend we were bedazzled by the most alarming and unpredictable act – the EO banning immigration, canceling visas, and sending legitimate visa holders home after traveling to America..

The immigration ban, it turns out, was secretly drafted by recruits from the Department of Justice who were required to sign a non-disclosure agreement (probably a violation of their obligations under the Constitutional separation of powers), and without the consultation or review by the departments most affected, Defense and Homeland Security. All this is common knowledge – the behind the scenes manipulation, the duplicity, the contrarian views of America – which should be enough to conjure up a conspiracy – but there is more.

Since ascending to the role as Chief Strategist and Assistant to the President, Bannon has also elevated himself to unprecedented position as a member of the principals’ committee of the National Security Council  while at the same time engineering demotions for the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff and Director of National Intelligence, all apparently without Trump’s knowledge of the plan and causing him upset when he learned of it on TV.  This is reality television at its zenith.

In addition to other assertive acts, he is solidifing his position by adding staff members who share his anti-globalist, fringe views. Earlier in this article I asked if the names Stephen Miller, Julia Hahn, and Sebastian Gorka, rang a bell with you? They should though they’re not household names.

During the transition following the election, Stephen Miller, a young Trump campaign aide was added as a Senior White House Counselor, and in late January Julia Hahn and Sebastian Gorka were added as Deputy White House Counselors. All three additions support Bannon on the national security side of the house. Both Hahn and Gorka were with him at Breitbart News.

But, who are these people and why do they reinforce my conspiracy case? Consider the following: Stephen Miller is a 31-year-old Duke University graduate and former communications director for Alabama Senator Jeff Sessions, soon to be confirmed as Attorney General (but formerly denied a District Court judgeship because of racist remarks and failure to enforce civil rights laws as a prosecutor).

At Duke, Miller was a member of the Duke Conservative Union, a political group that included his friend Richard B. Spencer, the white supremacist, who recently celebrated Trump’s victory with a Nazi-like rally that included raised arm salutes and cries of Hail Trump.

It was Stephen Miller, along with Bann0n, who crafted Trump’s “American carnage” inauguration speech and was called on to defend the immigration ban to media sources in shirt sleeves from the snowy White House lawn. Joe Scarborough, the former Congressman and current host of Morning Joe on MSNBC accused Miller the following morning of being on a “power trip.” I see a larger picture that involves Bannon and his posse from Breitbart News as a alt-right cabal whose intentions are more consequential than the acquisition of personal power.

As a consolidating chess move the Chief Strategist also brought over Julia Hahn and Sebastian Gorka from Breitbart to reinforce his position as the administration’s national security expert and elevating himself above Mike Flynn, James Mattis, John Kelly, and the other NSC operatives.

Julia Hahn, is the “other” Jew in the Trump White House. As a right-wing commentator at Breitbart, early in the presidential campaign she accused Paul Ryan of “a month’s long campaign to elect Hillary Clinton” (Salon.com). It’s not clear what her responsibilities as Deputy Counselor will be but her co-worker at Breitbart, Sebastian Gorka, might provide some clues.

Gorka was born in London of Hungarian parents. He attended the University of London and has a graduate degree from Budapest University. He didn’t actually become an American citizen until 2012. His Wikipedia page states that he is a“national security professional specializing in irregular warfare including counterintelligence and counterinsurgency.” The write up claims he has served as lecturer on national security at several institutions – none of them well known – including Marine Corps University. As a former Marine I’d never heard of MCU and my research revealed an institution only marginally related to the Marine Corps.

Armed, so to speak, with his dubious academic credentials, Gorka was arrested in January 2016 at Ronald Reagan Airport in Washington DC for attempting to board an airplane with a 9mm handgun in his luggage. Don’t be surprised when I tell you that last week (February 3, 2017) at his sentencing hearing the case was dismissed. Are we surprised? After all, a naturalized immigrant with a handgun boarding a US airliner should be granted all the rights and privileges afforded other immigrants attempting to board flights with 9mm handguns. Right? WTF?

So, Bannon and his posse (Miller, Hahn, and Gorka) are now firmly ensconced as Chief Strategist, SeniorCounselors, and Counselors in the White House of the 45th President of the United States. Four anti-globalist, right-wing, ideologues embedded in the West Wing and currently cranking out Executive Orders for the President without consultation, for the most part, with the departments most closely aligned with their subject matter.

I don’t want to be an alarmist, but I can’t help but see this as an unfolding conspiracy using the newly inaugurated, dimwitted, egomaniacal President of the United States as a tool to destabilize the country and establish a new world order?

Watch closely, as I will, to the events of the next few hours, days, weeks and months. Yesterday, the Ninth Circuit Court of Appeals heard oral arguments for and against the temporary restraining order (TRO) blocking implementation of the travel ban. A decision is expected tomorrow. It’s not the ultimate test; that will come later at the Supreme Court level, but it will signal which way the winds are blowing for the Bannon/Trump/Breitbart posse.

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Tears in Heaven…

M.C. Escher’s lithograph, Convex and Concave, 1955

In Franz Kafka’s short story Metamorphosis, Gregor Samsa, the traveling salesman, wakes up one morning to find himself transformed into a giant insect. The rest of the story deals with his attempt manage his new condition and explain it to his family.

In The Trial, Kafka’s Joseph K finds himself mysteriously on trial for no discernable reason.“Someone must have traduced Joseph K., for without having done anything wrong he was arrested one fine morning.” Traduce is an arcane, seldom used verb, that means “to tell lies about someone so as to damage their reputation.” It should be in current usage, for sure.

The narrator goes on, “Who could these men be? What were they talking about? What authority could they represent? K lived in a country with a legal constitution, there was universal peace, all the laws were in force; who dared seize him in his own dwelling? He had always been inclined to take things easily, to believe in the worst only when the worst happened, to take no care for the morrow, even when the outlook was threatening.”

Since the Presidential election the American landscape has become Kafkaesque. We are living in an America where we are either Gregor Samsa or Joseph K.  We are squishable insects or bewildered non-persons to our own government.  On November 9, 2016 Americans awoke to an absurdist landscape that has been harder to accept with each passing day. We play by the rules but the rules change. We ask for clarification and are ignored. We challenge the rules and are met with derision. What’s next?

I never intended to write a political blog, but I’m tired of screaming at the TV. We all have a responsibility to speak out when we find ourselves in a threatening, absurdist, Gregor Samsa world. Keep your head on straight. Don’t let the bastards grind you down. Take on the bullies.

As a freelance, self-employed person I can order my day any way I wish. I try to be disciplined and keep things in perspective but it’s hard. I can ignore the lure of email and Facebook; it will always be there so I avoid the temptation as much as possible and only go there once or twice a day. News discipline is harder. When the spigot is on full blast all day – tweets, news briefings, confirmation hearings, Executive Orders, hirings, firings, and angry outbursts – the pull is magnetic. I try to stay in my lane and avoid distractions but find myself lifting the flap and peeking under the circus tent more often than my good sense tells me is advisable. I don’t want to miss the colossal train wreck when it happens.

Marilynn and I had dinner with friends last weekend and the weekend before. Good friends. Smart, engaged, people from a variety of vocations and backgrounds. Two doctors. A journalist. A Gates Foundation operative. A non-profit CEO. A headhunter. A management consultant. All we could talk about was the chaos, chutzpah, and fuck-you quality of the Executive Orders pouring out of the White House since the inauguration. In spite of the enormous women’s march the day after the inauguration, the spontaneous worldwide demonstrations in opposition to his presidency, and the public outrage at the immigration ban last weekend, nothing seems to have deterred the relentless assault on fairness and We the People government.

Is it any wonder that George Orwell’s 1984 has risen to #1 on the Amazon best seller list? In a “post-truth” world of “alternative facts,” it makes perfect sense that a dystopian novel where  the government espouses the principle that “whatever the Party says is truth is truth” has become required reading.

I want a “safe word,” a no-fly zone, an injunction, a cease-fire, to regain my balance, but it’s clear that Bannon’s White House strategy is based on creating chaos in order to hide the duplicity of his underlying plan to destabilize American democracy. This about says it all.

I want to return to my little bubble, where I rise in the morning, grind the beans to make my perfect latte, scan the NY Times while watching Morning Joe, go to work in my office writing about films or food, take a break to play the guitar, write some more, take another break to play tennis or ride my bike, write some more, and then make a fresh pasta and salad dinner with Marilynn before finishing the day with a movie or play – in or out.

That’s inside the bubble, but “disruption” is the rule and it’s on speed dial now. I have a hard time staying inside that bubble. There are too many things happening too fast and they’re hard to follow. I try to maintain my routine but find myself lifting the flap and peeking out.

The cynic in me thinks that Bannon and Trump won’t care if the immigration ban is overturned. The goal was disruption and that’s already been achieved. The pieces have already been scattered. Some of these EO’s will probably fail but some will stick and they will have changed the game.

It’s clear there are conflicts and competing power centers in the White House. It looks like Bannon is winning, but I wonder about Jared Kushner, Donald’s son-in-law. How is he feeling these days? He’s supposed to have The Donald’s ear and be a modulating influence (if such a thing is possible). I wonder if, as an Orthodox Jew, he is troubled by the timing of the big news stories of the past two weeks. It seems they’ve been breaking on Friday night when he and Ivanka are observing Shabbat? In addition to the immigration ban, did he notice last Friday that there was no mention of anti-Semitism or the Jews in the White House statement commemorating International Holocaust Remembrance Day. Six-million dead – omitted intentionally, according to a White House spokesperson.

Bannon is shrewd. Trump is in his pocket. Jared and Ivanka are observing Shabbat. Only two cabinet secretaries have been confirmed. Why not shoot the lights out?

I hadn’t given it a lot of thought until now, but the song I’m learning these days is Eric Clapton’s Tears in Heaven. Simple strum and simple chords but excruciatingly sad words.

“Time can bring you down, time can bend your knees. Time can break your heart, have you begging please, begging please.

Tears in Heaven

Would you know my name
If I saw you in heaven?
Would it be the same
If I saw you in heaven?

I must be strong and carry on
‘Cause I know I don’t belong here in heaven.

Would you hold my hand
If I saw you in heaven?
Would you help me stand
If I saw you in heaven?
I’ll find my way through night and day
‘Cause I know I just can’t stay here in heaven.

Time can bring you down, time can bend your knees
Time can break your heart, have you begging please, begging please.

 I hope this isn’t an omen.