With the exceptions of MSNBC and CNN, I don’t watch traditional “network” television, but even I’m passingly aware of a television show on CNBC, with a bunch of passably photogenic, moderately coherent venture capitalists giving sad sacks who come with their hands out a ration of shit. It’s called “The Shark Tank.” If CNBC ever makes a show like that about being an aide or staffer in the Trump White House, they would call it “The Snake Pit.” It’s a natural.
Working in the Trump White House is not a job for the faint of heart, or for those with a healthy sense of self esteem either. When you have no appreciable skills for the job, your best way to survive is to make everybody else in the joint look worse than you are. This is a Beethoven sonata to a man who has spent his entire life cultivating mistrust and double dealing in his staff to keep them from getting together and becoming strong enough to threaten him.
It has long been a running joke that not only does Trump have an attention span about as long as his manhood, he refuses to read. Cartoons and jokes abound about Trump’s daily briefing materials being a series of pop-up books, and it was reported early in Trump’s presidency that there were a couple of staffers whose only job was scouring newspapers and magazines to create a fat folder every day, stuffed full of positive, glowing, ego fulfilling articles about His Lowness. Funny stuff.
Well, guess what? The joke is over. It has been common knowledge that as Trump degenerates, and his poll numbers drop, aides are casting about desperately for any third world, unprofessional, unscientific poll that shows him still on top of the world. That’s just fine and ducky with me. Hell, let him stay delusional right up until poll closings on election night. He thought he was surprised when he won?!?
But it’s worse than that. Because, even in the monkey house that is the Trump administration, there are still a few people left who are tethered enough to reality to see storm clouds on the horizon, and closing quickly. Even the Clueless Wonder is starting to sweat the economy, and those below him with an unobstructed view of reality are freaking out, not only at the signs of a weakening economy, but at the terrible reality that there isn’t a man-jackin’-one of them in the administration that has any kind of a plan for dealing with a recession — but they don’t even have anybody capable of forming a plan to deal with one.
So, what is the clear, steely eyed plan to deal with this approaching disaster in a professional, presidential manner? The same old shit. They’re running around like media went on lunch break, scouring every newsstand and third rate website for any cribbed up, mathematically questionable figures that can make it seem like the economy is still as strong as steel, and Trump is still the world’s leading economic savant. Cuz if there’s one thing that Da Boss hates, it’s bad news.
So, how do you like dem little green apples? These are your tax dollars at work folks. The number one, overriding responsibility of any presidential administration is supposed to do the best job it can in protecting the interests of the American people to the best of its abilities. Forget all of the other stuff Trump throws out on a daily basis like the first pitch at a company picnic softball game. It is the job of the president to surround himself with capable people to give him the best advice possible in making decisions. And it is those peoples’ jobs to be honest brokers, to “speak truth to power” so to speak, to make sure that whether the chief executive likes it or not, he has the best information to go on while making decisions. Instead, what we’ve got is the winter home for the clown cadre of a third rate traveling circus.
Indications are that Trump is actually worrying quite a bit about the possible downturn in the economy, and it’s possible effect on his reelection chances. For quite possibly the only time in his entire sad, misbegotten life, Trump is aching for some accurate information and advice that will help him to pull his chestnuts out of this open fire. And what is he getting? Totally bogus, specious, made up bullshit figures and pie charts thrown together by his staff to keep him mentally and emotionally sedated, so that he doesn’t throw the Tevo remote control across the room at them. What a way to run a railroad.