Wearing a ‘Make America Great Again’ cap a young man, a supporter of Donald Trump’s, roared, Keep ‘em out – while at a rally miles away a young woman, an anti-Trump protestor, tossing her head, joined the other protestors in chanting, ‘Let ‘em in.’
And unless you watched both Fox News and CNN the two protestors’ worlds never touched.
A blue-collar worker, the young man was absolutely certain ‘Let ‘em in’ meant telling a jihadist hiding in a refugee camp ‘Here’s a visa. Come join us.’
And the young woman, a college graduate working as a waitress, was equally certain ‘Keep ‘em out’ meant telling a Syrian refugee, a widowed mother with a child, ‘Tough luck – you stay in that camp.’
Neither the young man or young woman were about to give an inch and oddly, no older soul – no minister, layman or even a Congressman – interfered to say: ‘Look, all I’m hearing from one of you is ‘To hell with refugees,’ and all I’m hearing from the other, even after Boston, San Bernardino and Orlando, is don’t be afraid of terrorists.
How about we try this: Instead of more protesting let’s find someone smart enough to figure out a way to investigate or vet every immigrant so we can tell a terrorist hiding a refugee camp No (or simply throw him in jail) and tell a grieving widow with a child Yes.
‘Do you reckon the two of you can stop hollering long enough to try that?’
In chambers filled with polished wood and men in robes speaking in measured cadences, leaning over thick briefs, laboring in pursuit of not perfect justice but, at least, to see enough truth to reach a verdict, three judges stopped pursuing thieves and rapists and swindlers to hold a hearing to decide the Democratic Governor’s lawsuit against Republican Legislators.
When his turn came one of the three judges calmly asked the Republicans’ lawyer, Is North Carolina’s Governor ‘out of control?’
The lawyer didn’t blink: ‘No,’ he said. And added the Republicans’ bill stripping the new Governor of his powers didn’t have one thing to do with the fact he was a Democrat.
This is just good policy, the lawyer told the judge.
The judge had laid a trap and the lawyer had walked straight into it.
So why, the judge asked, didn’t Republican legislators pass this good policy when we had a Republican Governor?
The judge could have stopped there – but he had one more axe he wanted to grind.
Days before the hearing, the Republican Leader of the State Senate and Republican Speaker of the State House had claimed the three judges presiding over the lawsuit were trying ‘to dictate’ to legislators; – looking down from the bench at the lawyer the judge, who was a Democrat, said the court had never done any such thing. In no way was the court telling legislators what to do. Or not to do. Legislators could hold a hearing every day if they wanted to. They could even vote at every hearing.
The judge had laid another trap: And this time he walked straight into it.
What we are saying, he added, is their vote is null and void.
The phones began ringing and kept on ringing and each caller said the same thing: ‘I want you to hold more ‘Town Hall’ meetings.’
Sensing a groundswell of support for Town Hall Meetings, rolling across their districts, Republican Congressmen accommodated and walked straight into a trap.
A few days later, stories began to appear in the newspapers:
Republican Town Halls get nasty.
Congressman Chaffetz shouted down…
Angry crowd confronts Congressman Amash…
Republican Congressmen get an unexpected jolt…
Newspaper reporters described Republican Congressmen meeting a fearsome new force: Angry crowds springing to life, spontaneously, overnight, at Town Hall Meetings hundreds of miles apart in Utah, Michigan and Tennessee.
But then, a few days after that, an anti-Trump group’s plan, explaining how it had orchestrated the calls and protests, landed on the Internet – and it turned out the press had been fooled too. And the legend about the birth of a fearsome new force and spontaneous protests went up in smoke.
Last night, I finished reading Hitler: The Ascent.
While working in a shop in Obersalzberg in 1926 Maria Reiter met Hitler. She was 16. And he was 37. Hitler’s next ‘love’ (which isn’t exactly the right word) Geli Raubal was 19 years younger than he was. Unity Mitford – who he met at a Nirenberg rally – was 25 years younger. Eva Braun was 23 years younger.
Two attempted to kill themselves. One did kill herself – or at least she was killed by a pistol from Hitler’s desk drawer, found lying on the floor beside her in her bedroom. The other died in an asylum.
Why he pursued twenty-years-younger-than-he-was women is a mystery. History’s ambiguous. A shroud descends.
He was a Socialist who rode a wave of working class anger at German elites into power, then allied with the elites; he used the Brown Shirts to gain power then to keep power he destroyed them; he hated the Communists but allied with Stalin – then betrayed Stalin.
He talked like an ideologue but didn’t act like one – a perpetual motion machine he would fret, worry, then gamble everything on a roll of the dice: He was elected Chancellor on January 30; the next day he dissolved Parliament; in the next five months he outlawed the Communist Party, outlawed the Trade Unions, outlawed all other parties, passed a law giving himself unlimited power, and won another Election.
Rolling the dice four times in three short years he marched into the Rhineland, occupied Austria, took the Sudetenland, and then took the rest of Czechoslovakia. But the longer he held power the more erratic he became: He lost control of himself three times during the Munich Crisis, erupting, and ranting at British diplomats.
In the Spring of 1939, after he sent lines of tanks rolling into Czechoslovakia, blinded by his own luck, he never saw his star was already descending.
He could have been bluffing – like a poker player. Or he could have been maneuvering to gain the upper hand – when he told the Mexican President: Either you agree to pay for the Wall or you cancel our meeting.
After the Mexican President said, Meeting cancelled, Trump threatened him saying he’d put a 20% ‘Border Tax’ on every Mexican import – but was that a written-in-stone edict or another gambit?
Whatever it was Chuck Schumer promptly pounced on Trump saying his ‘Border Tax’ wouldn’t be paid by Mexicans it would be paid by Americans who’d pay more for of everything “from groceries, to cars, to office supplies.” They’d also pay more, Lindsey Graham added, for “Corona, tequila and margaritas.”
Off balance, Trump’s press spokesman said, well, a Border Tax was only one of ‘a bunch of ways’ to make Mexico pay for the Wall: So was Trump bluffing? Making another gambit? Playing poker? There’s no way to know. When Trump speaks it’s like reading tea leaves.
“The thing I do best” – Donald Trump was talking about his infrastructure plan – “in life is build.”
“That speech was a homerun. They loved it… people loved it” – Trump was describing his speech at the CIA.
He’d make “millions of people” happy, Trump said, with his plan to replace Obamacare.
And he said millions more people watched his inauguration than Obama’s.
He’s been the legendary perpetual motion machine going in a dozen directions at once but he can’t escape one common thread: I hit a home run…What I do best…Millions more people watched me.
Sitting in front of a green marble fireplace, interviewing Trump, Bill O’Reilly asked about Putin and Trump said, “It’s better to get along with Russia than not,” and O’Reilly said, “But he’s a killer, though. Putin’s a killer.”
Trump paused. Pursed his lips, “There are a lot of killers. We’ve got a lot of killers. What do you think? Our country’s so innocent?”
“I don’t know of any government leaders that are killers in America.”
“Well, take a look at what we’ve done too. We’ve made a lot of mistakes. I’ve been against the war in Iraq from the beginning…”
“Mistakes are different than…” O’Reilly interrupted.
“A lot of mistakes, okay. But people were killed. So, a lot of killers around. Believe me.”
It’s an interesting way to see the world: When you look at it that way, you could choose the devil himself as an ally and justify it.
Donald Trump and congressional Republicans made a big promise in 2016. They would repeal Obamacare. Immediately. Totally. End of discussion.
Now, maybe not so much.
Republicans on Capitol Hill say the operative word is no longer “repeal.” It’s “repair.”
Still, they say, they’ll do it right away.
But then Trump says, maybe not so fast. Let’s take a year or so to do it right.
He promises it will be something great. “Insurance for all.” Cheaper and better than Obamacare.
We can’t wait to see it.
Meanwhile, Republican congressmen find themselves under siege at town halls. Angry constituents want to know what this means for their insurance. So the honorables called for extra security. Or ducked the voters altogether.
Republicans are facing the same problem Democrats did for eight years. Nobody knows what Obamacare is or does. Many don’t know that Obamacare and the Affordable Care Act are one and the same.
Democrats couldn’t explain what they did for people. Now Republicans can’t explain what they’ll do to people.
Let the Republicans stew. The Democratic message will be simple: Whatever you don’t like about your insurance or your health care, blame RepubliCare.
Sunday morning Nancy Pelosi sat down across from Chuck Todd and, wanly going through the motions on the Meet the Press, criticized Trump’s “Unconstitutional, immoral ban on Muslims” and said “I want to know what the Russians have on Trump.”
It was the same-old same-old.
Todd then played Pelosi a video of Elizabeth Warren talking about the election and asked: ‘Do you think she’s right – that Democrats have lost touch? That Democrats need new leaders?’
Pelosi pursed her lips and looked back at Todd, eyes tired. There’s plenty of room for new leaders. I was once a new leader myself.
(And she was – when Reagan was President.)
It was like watching history repeat itself. Like watching Pelosi debating Trump rather than Hillary. People looked at Trump, then looked at Pelosi, and thought, He’s flawed but she’s worse.
And that’s the same-old same-old too.
We all get tired of talking about politics. So let’s talk about dogs. Specifically, walking with dogs.
Thanks to the mysterious workings of Facebook, something written 18 months ago popped up on my feed. And touched a chord.
It was an August 2015 column by the N&O’s John Drescher, “Walking in all seasons with the best dog ever,” a heartfelt tribute to a departed Golden Retriever named Holly who, John wrote, “led me every night to my Island of Peace. I’ll still walk every night. But it won’t be the same.”
My walking companion is a seven-year-old rescue named Ringo. He’s a “Lab mix,” with the emphasis on “mix.”
He is, verily, a creature of habit. Every evening at 5 pm, he expects dinner in the dish. Then a greenie to clean his teeth. Then straight to me with a mission, as John wrote: “Walk. We must walk.”
I get the leash and we’re out the door. Up to Ridge Road, then left or right or straight across depending on whatever internal GPS guides dogs.
I get no exercise benefit at all. For we must stop every 10-20 feet to sniff. Ringo, like most dogs, is essentially a nose on four legs.
The benefit comes when I surrender my human nature to his animal wisdom. Ringo doesn’t walk to get anywhere or do anything special. He just walks. To see, to smell, to be outside. To meet people; he’s sure they all want to meet him. And, best of all, to meet dogs. His friends Cooper, George, Sadie, Maybelle, even the tiny and dreaded Olivia. Or to meet new friends and engage in mutual butt-sniffing.
As I blogged before (“Dog Zen”), Ringo is my mindfulness teacher. He isn’t thinking about work or money or chores or problems or plans or the past. No, he is outside. He is walking. He is happy in the moment.
As John wrote, any decent theologian or philosopher will tell you that walking outdoors is balm for the soul. But only a dog owner can tell you how inner peace awaits at the end of a leash.
Somebody should get Trump a dog. It’d be good for him, the country – and the dog.
The Charlotte Observer says: “Carter Wrenn and Gary Pearce
don’t see eye-to-eye on many issues. But they both love North Carolina
and know its politics inside and out.”
Carter is a Republican.
Gary is a Democrat.
They met in 1984, during the epic U.S. Senate battle
between Jesse Helms and Jim Hunt. Carter worked for Helms and Gary,
Years later, they became friends. They even worked together on some nonpolitical clients.
They enjoy talking about politics. So they started this blog in 2005.
They’re still talking. And they invite you to join the conversation.
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