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Her name is Linda Belcher and she is smiling because she is number 37 in a string of Democratic state legislative seat pickups since Orange Man assumed office.
She’s a returning member of the Kentucky House of Representatives. On Tuesday of this week she won her election by 68 to 32 percent, having narrowly lost her seat in 2016—a year in which her district’s voters chose Trump over Clinton by 72 to 23 percent.
Is it possible be that the Republican brand has suffered some damage? Could it be that lunatics with machine guns, racism, kleptocracy, misogyny, and treason are turning out to be unpopular? Who could have guessed?
Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun;
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
The work of hunters is another thing:
I have come after them and made repair
Where they have left not one stone on a stone,
But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,
To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean,
No one has seen them made or heard them made,
But at spring mending-time we find them there.
I let my neighbour know beyond the hill;
And on a day we meet to walk the line
And set the wall between us once again.
We keep the wall between us as we go.
To each the boulders that have fallen to each.
And some are loaves and some so nearly balls
We have to use a spell to make them balance:
“Stay where you are until our backs are turned!”
We wear our fingers rough with handling them.
Oh, just another kind of out-door game,
One on a side. It comes to little more:
There where it is we do not need the wall:
He is all pine and I am apple orchard.
My apple trees will never get across
And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
He only says, “Good fences make good neighbours.”
Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder
If I could put a notion in his head:
“Why do they make good neighbours? Isn’t it
Where there are cows? But here there are no cows.
Before I built a wall I’d ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offence.
Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,
That wants it down.” I could say “Elves” to him,
But it’s not elves exactly, and I’d rather
He said it for himself. I see him there
Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.
He moves in darkness as it seems to me,
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
He will not go behind his father’s saying,
And he likes having thought of it so well
He says again, “Good fences make good neighbours.”
David Frum went there this morning:
Nothing has been done in the past 15 months to prevent [Russian] help [to Republicans] from flowing. You have to wonder whether the president does not privately welcome that help, as he publicly welcomed help from WikiLeaks in the summer of 2016.
Trump’s own tweets reveal that among the things he most fears is the prospect of Representative Adam Schiff gaining the gavel of the House Intelligence Committee from the clownish present chairman, Devin Nunes. How far would Trump go to stop a dreaded political opponent, inside the law and outside? How far has Donald Trump gone in the past?
Trump continues to insist that he and his campaign team did not collude with Russia in the 2016 election. We know that they were ready and eager to collude—that’s on the public record. (“If it’s what you say I love it especially later in the summer.”) The public does not yet know whether the collusion actually occurred, and if so, in what form and to what extent. But in front of our very eyes we can observe that they are leaving the door open to Russian intervention on their behalf in the next election. You might call it collusion in advance—a dereliction of duty as grave as any since President Buchanan looked the other way as Southern state governments pillaged federal arsenals on the eve of the Civil War.
It’s not just narcissism. It’s not just a blind spot. He’s glad the Russians helped him. He wants them to keep on doing it.
My intuition is that both Kelly and McMaster badly want to be fired. And why would they want anything else?
Will Trump have the guts to fire them? Or will he be content to look weak and reek of impotence?
I don’t know. But it’s pretty clear that when they go, they will be damned hard to replace.
And why is that? Because at this point even someone with the soul of a lickspittle toady and the morals of a sea slug will have grasped that it is not a good career move to work for Donald Trump.