On December 19th, 2016, the last Constitutional line of defense surrendered – voluntarily and indeed it appears openly and happily – to the Emperor at our gates.
The 306 votes he will receive today (305 if the warrior in Texas is able to stand his ground) represent an abandoning of the gates the alliance of Greek city-states and Spartans defended at Thermopylae over 2,500 years ago.
Much has been and will be said about this year and this time.
The election of Donald John Trump to the Presidency of the United States of America is not a victory for representative democracy, civil rights, human rights or the environment.
This man trampled everything in his path with little or no regard to social and political norms. He exploited the worst angels of our collective nature to assume power. Indeed, he revels in this knowledge.
Give him a chance, the call comes.
The means do not justify the end.
He has done nothing to earn that chance. Even should his Presidency be a decent one, his ascension was not. And he’s given no indication at all he understands or is concerned with the scale or scope of the position.
Since he won the GOP primary and doubly so since the election, we have searched – begged – for a framework that justifies, explains or positions him in some form we can understand. That surely, this must be a good man. He must be because that has been our norm in living history. He must be because American exceptionalism means this cannot happen here. Surely, America cannot elect a man like this. Surely, there is some inherent quality the majority of American voters simply overlooked.
Occam’s Razor suggests otherwise.
If we are struggling so mightily and for so long to find a framework that applies, that explains why American exceptionalism applies here and truly Trump is a good man with the best intentions of our nation first and foremost in his mind…well then there is none.
He is what he is: a naricissist, a strongman, who swept to power using the rhetoric of past Emperors.
No nation has gone through this passing of the torch from the people to the tyrant that has emerged after anything more than a shadow of itself.
And so goes this reluctant Empire into the twighlight.