i sometimes feel like a tape loop in describing kunstler and paul craig roberts in their writing. everything i see from both seems better each time than the last, or is that senility on my part.
kunstler hits it out of the park in this one i believe;
History has a velocity of its own, and its implacable forces will
drag the good, the bad, the clueless, the clever, the guilty, the
innocent, the avid, and the unwilling to a certain fate. One can easily
see a convergence of vectors shoving the nation toward political
criticality this autumn.
Mr. Trump is like some unfortunate dumb brute of the ancient Teutonic
forests with a bulldog clamped to his nose, the rest of the pack close
behind snapping at his hamstrings and soft, swaying underbelly. His
desperate bellowing goes unanswered by the indifference of the trees in
forest, the cold moon above, and all the other furnishings of his tragic
reality.
As these things tend to happen, it looks like the exertions of Robert
Mueller have turned from the alleged grave offenses of a foreign enemy
to the sequela of consort with a floozie. Down goes Mr. Trump’s private
attorney, Michael Cohen, in his personal swamp of incriminating files
and audio recordings. Enter, stage left, one David Pecker, publisher of
the venerable
National Enquirer — the newspaper of wreckage —
on his slime-trail of induced testimony. And there is your impeachable
offense: an illegal campaign contribution.
One way or another, as Blondie used to sing,
I’m gonna getcha, getcha, getcha.
Some in this greatest of all possible republics may be asking
themselves if this is quite fair play, given the hundreds of millions of
dollars washed-and-rinsed through the laundromat known as the Clinton
Foundation, and related suspicious doings in that camp of darkness. But
remember, another president, Jimmy Carter, once declared to the shock of
official Washington that “life is unfair.”
http://kunstler.com/clusterfuck-nation/the-dogs-of-vengeance/