What the hell happened in politics this week? Esquire's legendary blogger Charlie P. Pierce has answers |
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The Election Vibes Are Shifting And I Don't Love It |
I swear to god that this is not about polls, although that Quinnipiac poll on Wednesday shook me up a little. And I understand that it's hard to determine anything real with all the smoke and noise surrounding the campaign right now. And I also understand that a good fraction of my fellow citizens will believe anything they pick up while Doing Their Own Research on the Intertoobz. And I also understand that a larger fraction of my fellow citizens have surrendered to the Cult Of The Vulgar Talking Yam. However, my brief two-week burst of optimism regarding the election has dissipated, and I don't have a good idea why. |
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When I hear Stephen Miller, that balding Gauleiter, talking about wearing anything Trump-adjacent on your sleeve, I start making plans for a crossing to Normandy. And you may have noticed that, indeed, the goose-step is becoming the "in" step this year. For example, there's this vulgar talking yam out there, burbling about migrants who are "poisoning the blood" of our country" and who have "bad genes" in them. |
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Ah, Willard. We knew you all too well. Here in the Commonwealth (God save it!), we knew you as a governor. Here in the United States, we knew you as a presidential candidate and, eventually, as a senator. We knew all along that if we stared into your political soul, searching for some vestige of principle, we'd see a deep, echoing void. In this volatile political era, it's nice to have some things you can count on. |
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I don't want to alarm anyone unduly, but the Republican candidate for president of the United States has said something in public that hits the trifecta of being a lie, insane, and historically vile. It is a parlay beyond the reach of most politicians, and of all decent humans everywhere. He was in conversation with Hugh Hewitt, but even that is no excuse. We'll get to the interview in question. |
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In the universe of Bob Woodward's books, which is a planetary system composed of nothing but gas giants, one of the amusing diversions is guessing who Woodward's sources are. They are, reliably, the people who come off best in the books. The unknown heroes, the movers behind the scenes who keep everything from falling apart. Now, with his books concerning the former president*, this task becomes harder because the people feeding Woodward the unflattering parts of the inside skinny could be practically anyone, from the White House staff to the Pentagon to the entire intelligence community. His upcoming work, War, while ostensibly about the Biden administration and its confrontation with wars in Ukraine and in the Middle East, also seems to delineate quite clearly that El Caudillo del Mar-a-Lago was running a government-in-exile throughout the past four years. That might be the most valuable reporting Woodward has ever done in one of these doorstops. |
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