CSotD: Elon’s Coming, Hide Your Wallet
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Let’s start by acknowledging the disconnect. As Ratt points out, we’re in Looking Glass Land, where everything is reversed, including the New Testament. The good thing is, we’re not dealing with people who say one thing and do the opposite. They say the opposite and that’s exactly what they do.
In the words of the late Dennis Green, they are who we thought they were. We’d seen them before, we knew who they were, and we let them off the hook. We even crowned their asses.
Marc Murphy points out this toxic blend of governmental power with religion. It allows them to turn the Gospel on its head, not just in Ratt’s sarcastic twisting but in their real words, in which they lay out a cruel uncaring that is absolutely in opposition to the Sermon on the Mount and the Parable of the Good Samaritan.
JD Vance explained the “Christian concept that you love your family, and then you love your neighbor, and then you love your community, and then you love your fellow citizens in your own country, and then, after that, you can focus and prioritize the rest of the world.”
So I guess the righteous person in that parable was the Levite who, recognizing that the Samaritan was not one of his people and certainly not a member of his family, left him broke and bleeding in the gutter. Deo gratias!
McKee is right that walking back Trump’s logorrhea could be a full-time job, but it isn’t. They don’t waste a lot of time explaining what he said wrong because they’re more fully invested in telling you what you heard wrong.
We used to not give Hamas $50 million worth of condoms, but then Dear Leader doubled it to $100 million, and the math works because multiplying zero by anything yields zero and here’s an expert in campaign finance to explain the numbers: It was $100 million worth of nonexistent condoms.
Vance explains Christianity in the same straightforward way. He’s in favor of re-hiring one of the Doge Boys who was fired for posting racist statements about people from India despite having a wife of Indian heritage. It’s much the way Ted Cruz’s wife used to be ugly but he got over it, or maybe Ted and JD have slipped loving Trump in ahead of that part about loving your family.
Anyway, little Donnie’s family used to go to Norman Vince Peale’s church to hear the Gospel of Prosperity, in which God wants you to be wealthy and His son was only joking about the perils of money. That Jesus! What a kidder!
Juxtaposition of the Day
I like Horsey’s depiction of the Nazi sympathizer in Gestapo gear surrounded by brownshirts, but I doubt his loyal minions would notice what USAID does or how honestly it goes about its duties and I seriously doubt they’d point it out to their boss.
Which makes Ohman’s view of them more accurate. They’re programmers, not forensic accountants, and their task is not to root out waste because they’re not expected to understand either spreadsheets or governmental processes. Their assignment is to wreak destruction.
Which brings us to Kearney’s farmer, who is framed as a compassionate, caring person, and that’s entirely possible. But to argue the situation from a more pragmatic POV, soybeans are a major export by USAID, or they were until the barbarians stormed in and began shutting things down.
Trump damaged soy farmers in his first administration, getting into a tariff war with China that drove Chinese importers to Brazil and into relationships that persist to this day.
Now, between killing USAID and planning a second trade war, Trump and Musk are further damaging American farmers, which seems like spitting in the faces of the people who elected Dear Leader.
The cruelty is the point, and Baron portrays the uncaring greed with which Musk has worked to dismantle foreign aid in his own self-interest.
Musk is being called a special employee of some sort, brought in to save money but drawing $7 million to run his tear-down operation, so, as she indicates, he’s feasting on the destruction he has wrought, and not only has nobody elected him, but Congress didn’t vote to give him money. As if that matters.
Bish is outraged at the way Congress went bananas over the possibility, unproven but likely, that the Chinese government was collecting information on Americans, but has accepted the illegal access by Musk and his minions of personal information to which few people are admitted, and then only under specific, well-regulated ways.
I’ve seen some of this before, having lived through the days of COINTELPRO and Tommy the Traveler and so forth, such that having burglars and thugs rifling through my stuff is less shocking that it might have been.
But I also remember the Church Committee hearings and how horrified my fellow citizens were to see how bad things had become. There were laws passed to stop this from ever happening again, unless we decided to hell with it, which we apparently have.
I like dark humor, but Goris may be right that the extent of the coup won’t matter to people until it hits home literally, in their own lives. And it’s particularly funny because it not only riffs on the invasion of privacy but on the horrific level of conflicts of interest Musk carries everywhere.
It’s all done with sleight-of-hand, Molina says, by directing you to hate your fellow workers while your own job is imperiled by that wealthy immigrant.
Oh, and Trump is putting a 25% tariff on steel and aluminum, so even if he brings auto plants back to this country, he won’t bring them back to full employment or reasonable pricing.
But we’ll sip from that firehose another day.
Mad Ave Mayo Department
I suppose it makes sense to spoof a 36-year-old film if you’re selling mayonnaise, but even so I wouldn’t resurrect a character who was firmly on record as not liking regular dressing or sloshing stuff on sandwiches, insisting it be “on the side.” Which that certainly wasn’t.
Coulda been worse. They could have hired Mama June.
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