This post is no fun at all. With each story, a very nasty narrative unfolds. Paranoia and despair abound.
Hill staffers secretly worked on Trump’s immigration order. They signed NDAs before Trump became president and their bosses in Congress didn’t know a thing. Compromise and implicate everyone. Divide and conquer. Steve Bannon is making sure there is no paper trail at the White House. Nope. Not ominous. Erik Prince is advising Trump. Almost ancient news now, but in context with this weird truck convoy sighted near Louisville, Kentucky, it seems more sinister. A DSA guy who says he’s former SOF says that it doesn’t look like surplus equipment to him, too new and too modded. He thought it looked like SOF, but if it’s new, fancy, and has no markings, mercenaries sounds more like it. Hm. That’s… deeply fucking unnerving. With Bannon on the NSC and the Joints Chief of Staff and the head of CIA out, it feels weirder. It’s coming out that Jared Kushner is largely cut out of the loop (in part because of his observation of Shabbath) and is furious. Bannon has outmanuveured Kushner. Add this little horrifying meditation on this past weekend, and it’s terrifying. This was written before the acting head of the DoJ was fired, then very under-reported news of the firing of the acting head of ICE.
Bannon is not a master manipulator super-genius, but he doesn’t have to be. Everyone is playing the old game and haven’t come to terms that what’s happening is not the usual ritual in the United States.
I’m fucking terrified. Trump will fail. Eventually. History will remember him and his allies as monsters, fools, and fascists. However, the amount of damage between now and that future is impossible to estimate. How long will this last? How far will it go? Things feel very bleak.
This morning the Intercept unloaded a massive series documenting hidden powers of the FBI. I’ve just browsed the titles of the articles in the overview. Nauseating. Off to work.
Blogging every day about someone who died is not productive, but someone posted this today in memory of the passing of John Wetton. I love me some Larks Tongue in Aspic and especially this song. I hate Asia, but Wetton sang for my favorite King Crimson era.