Wednesday, January 17, 2018

Something to Know - 17 January

I've been doing a lot of reading lately.   The 312-page Glenn Simpson testimony to the Senate Judiciary Committee, the 35-page Christopher Steel Dossier, and now about half way through the Fire and Fury by Richard Wolff.  My eyes are tired and sore, mostly because of the Flu that really hit me hard.  I was able to cure myself - and I might as well use this space to say how I did it, and pass on the advice.   I went to my local Family Care doctor before our last cruise, and explained to him that getting sick on a cruise ship is the worst thing that can happen.   By the time you get into see the ship's doctor, you are one of many in line, and the tests that they run on you do more to fatten their revenue stream than necessary.  Plus, you cannot use your Medicare or any other health plan while you are thousands of miles away from home.   So, I was able to plead my case, and he gave me a prescription for Methyl Prednisone (commonly known as a Meth Pack) for my diagnosed osteo-arthritis on my left knee, and a prescription for Two "Z-Packs, which is Azithromycin, a very potent antibiotic.  I only used one Meth Pack on the trip, and never had to take advantage of the Z-Packs.  He gave me the prescriptions on the promise that I would only use them if absolutely necessary, and he trusted me.   Well, I had heard from others who had gone to the Urgent Care centers that waiting time were about 10-hours.   So, when I knew that I was really sick with the flu, and that my usual past pattern with these episodes turned into very nasty bouts of months of bronchial issues, I started my Z-Pack (6 capsules - two the first day, and one each day thereafter).   In short order, I am now recovering.   The Azithromycin is only about $6 for one pack.    That being said, here is the poor old saga of Lindsey Graham and his affair with the Donald:

Lindsey Graham during a meeting at the White House last week. CreditJonathan Ernst/Reuters

One day it's all sun and sycophantic fun on one of the president's fancy golf courses, where you're telling yourself that to marvel at his putts and swoon over his swing are small prices for influence and will pay off in the end.

The next you're in the middle of a surreal feud among your fellow Republicans about whether he used "shithole" or "shithouse" to describe poor countries of dark-skinned people, and you look like a sellout and fool for having thought and said better about him.

That's the story of Senator Lindsey Graham of South Carolina. Its moral couldn't be clearer. There's no honor or wisdom in cozying up to Donald Trump — just a heap of manure.

Maybe more than any other figure on Capitol Hill, Graham personifies his party's spastic, incoherent, humiliating response to Trump across time and its fatally misguided surrender.

He denounced Trump before he befriended and defended him. He graduated from the unpleasant experience of being Trump's punching bag to the unprincipled one of being his enabler. Like the majority of his Republican colleagues in Congress, he reckoned that he could somehow get more than he was giving up, which included his dignity. He reckoned wrong.


Right now, we're supposed to … what? Thank Graham for his candor, because he effectively confirmed that in a meeting about immigration in the Oval Office on Thursday, a vulgar comment was uttered, and because he stood up to the president at the time, telling him that America was an idea, not a race?

Or should we instead note how far Graham had previously traveled to prop up this same president? It was Graham who recently joined Senator Charles Grassley, the Iowa Republican, in undercutting the credibility of federal inquiries into Trump's ties with Russia by recommending that the Justice Department investigate Christopher Steele, the former British spy who wrote that famous dossier.

Did Graham tell himself then that he was craftily staying in Trump's good graces so that he could coax the president toward saner, better immigration policy? How did that wager work out? We now know the answer, and so does Graham.

He's hardly the worst of the obsequious lot. On Monday The Washington Post reported that when Senator Tom Cotton, an Arkansas Republican, and David Perdue, a Georgia Republican, strenuously disputed the initial accounts that Trump said "shithole" in the Oval Office, it was not because his talk was actually statesmanlike. No, they heard him fume about immigrants from "shithouse countries" rather than "shithole countries," and in that scintilla of semantic difference they found a rationale for muddying the waters and rallying around the president. I find a title for a tell-all about complicity in this rotten age. Call the book "Shit and Its Suffixes."

During the campaign, Graham blasted Trump as the "world's biggest jackass," said that the way to make America great again was to "tell Donald Trump to go to hell" and described the choice of Trump versus Ted Cruz for the Republican presidential nomination as a decision whether to be "shot or poisoned." Trump, for his part, dismissed Graham as "one of the dumbest human beings I have ever seen" and gave out his private cellphone number, forcing him to get a new one.

He also gave Trump roses, metaphorically, with one public compliment after another. What "spectacular" fairways and greens you have, Mr. President! What a "gracious" golfing partner you areCongratulations on your "very successful" first year in office!

To reporters and colleagues, Graham has reasoned that he's positioning himself to push his own agenda and exert a positive sway. It's an argument in line with other Republican lawmakers' rationalizations that they're trying to wring the best from an unfortunate situation.

But it's reckless folly, because it doesn't take Trump's creeping authoritarianism, his instability, his degradation of the presidency and, yes, his racism into full account. To flatter him is to sanitize and encourage all of that.

Graham has too often and exuberantly played the flatterer, and where did it land him? In a shithole. Or a shithouse. Either way, he's soiled.

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Patriotism is not a short and frenzied outburst of emotion but the tranquil and steady dedication of a lifetime.
- Adlai Stevenson

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