of course they bugged Trump Tower. Why wouldn’t they? Trump’s big
blunder du jour is that he tweeted “wiretapped,” like some
hapless sap out of a 1950s I Was a Spy for the FBI movie. (I know
people who still say “ice box,” too.) So he left himself — or
rather poor Sean Spicer — open for a week of legalistic
pettifogging by reporters acting as litigators for the Deep State’s
Wikileaks “Vault 7” document release earlier in the month made it
clear that US intel has the ability to cover and confuse the tracks
of any entity —including especially US intel itself — that
ventures to penetrate any supposedly private or secure realm. And, by
the way, that probably settles the matter of who “they” are.
Whatever statutory restraints once existed against CIA spying on
American citizens is long gone by the boards.
might suppose, too, that the combined forces of Hillary and Obama,
along with the still-entrenched Democratic establishment, would have
tried through late 2016 to stop The Menace of Trump at all costs.
Somebody had done them dirty in funneling the DNC and Podesta emails
to Wikileaks, and it was imperative to fight back — especially with
FBI director James Comey (a Republican, after all), going all rogue
on Mrs. Clinton. Hence, the manufactured Russia-did-it story that has
gotten more mileage than any political hallucination since Senator
Joe McCarthy, at his height of influence, played the newspapers like
a whole orchestra of flugelhorns.
hard to see how Trump might ever established the truth of this
matter. One of the strange features of these internecine wars is that
the Department of Justice — as far as we know — isn’t deposing
scores of operations people from the myriad agencies under the NSA
umbrella to establish who’s been doing what. Anyway, there’s
enough loose scuttlebutt around Washington that Trump might have a
pretty good idea of who at the various agencies hates his guts, and
is working against him, and one wonders why he doesn’t just fire a
bunch of them. Perhaps that’s yet to come.
it also looks a bit as though the Golden Golem of Re-Greatification
has wandered into a political minefield so dense with booby traps
that he’s already out of moves. First there’s the debt ceiling
problem — which has so far received almost no attention from the
Kardashianized collective news media. As David Stockman has pointed
out on his blog, the US Treasury amassed a “war chest” of nearly
half a trillion dollars last fall (via various book-keeping
shenanigans) in expectation that President Hillary would need it to
ride out some fiscal bad weather early in her reign.
the truly inconceivable happened and Hillary won bigly in the wrong
states and not bigly enough in the right ones, and, well….
Immediately, with Trump ascendant, the Treasury and its handmaidens
at the Federal Reserve engineered a rapid burn-through of the war
chest at a rate of about $90-billion a month since November, so that
now there remains only about a month’s worth of walking-around
money to run the US Government. With the old debt ceiling truce
expired, congress would have to resolve to raise it, to legally
enable the Treasury to resume its massive borrowing operations, or
else the government won’t be able to pay invoices or issue pension
checks or meet any obligations. It could even default on its “no
dangers are theoretical for the moment, especially since there is
always more accounting fraud to resort to when all else fails. But
the longer a debt ceiling stalemate goes on in congress, the more
trapped President Trump will be. The cherry on top is the Federal
Reserve’s move to raise interest rates the same day the debt
ceiling truce expired. That will thunder through the system, making
many loans more expensive to repay, dampening the real estate markets
(at a time when commercial real estate is already tanking), and
draining all kinds of other mojo (however falsely engineered) from
the Potemkin economy.
if being trapped in a political minefield isn’t bad enough, the
remaining safe patch Trump is stranded on turns out to be the LaBrea
Tar Pit of health care reform. At this point, the crusade is doing
worse than going nowhere — it’s getting sucked into the
primordial bitumen where the mastodons and camelops sleep.