Bit of a ramble from Andy in Sonoma, but his story about Russia's state of the art power plant back in the '70s aligns with current events with respect to soothing Great Leader.
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From Andy
Fairytales on the road to hell.
Donald Trump has finally done the unthinkable. I know, I know, you’re probably saying hey, he did that a long time ago. There are so many times he crossed the Rubicon, after all. How to choose?
Was it years ago, when he was first accused of groping women? Or when he tried to instigate a travel ban on Muslims? Was it when he said he trusted Vladimir Putin more than his own intelligence services? Or when he urged a mob to attack our nation’s capitol to stop the transfer of power to President Biden? Or when he absconded to Mara Lago with hundreds of top secret documents? Or when he started cashing in on his status, selling sneakers and guitars and bitcoin and God only knows what else? Or when he had his ICE agents kidnap poor, innocent day laborers looking for work at Home Depot?
Folks in the media have decided that the Epstein Affair marks the finale. Here, at last there is a scandal which alienates not just Democrats and independents, but much of Trump’s MAGA base. It’s sordid enough, and as a bonus, it has celebrities’ names sprinkled throughout. Personally, I’ve never been a big fan of these kinds of stories; they seem more appropriate for the tabloids you see in the supermarket check-out line, but as conspiracies go, well, this one differs from say, from how we faked the moon landing.
In the Epstein matter, you have real victims. People who were traumatized by what he and his accomplice, Ghislaine Maxwell, did. You also have a president who was once close friends with Jeffrey Epstein, a president who himself has been creditably accused of womanizing (if not worse). Lastly, you have the unexplained death of Epstein while in prison. Whether by murder or suicide–we have no idea. And virtually everyone–from the Oval Office to the halls of Congress to John Q. Public– is demanding transparency. Wonderful.
In the end, however, we may never get to the bottom of this. I suspect we are more likely to get tangled up in a briar patch of legal unknowns and never-ending suspicion. Unsatisfied, in other words.
No, far more seismic is last week’s event, wherein Trump fired the head of the Bureau of Labor Statistics. Why? Because he didn’t care for the job numbers she reported. It seems we only produced some 70,000 new jobs last month–about as anemic as it gets. Trump would like many more. But the problem is his grandiose vision of where the economy should go and where it is actually going–well, those aren’t aligned, now are they? You can shoot the messenger, sure, but hard facts, such as those the BLS churns out, can’t be easily disputed. Facts are stubborn. And even if we stopped compiling them in Washington, the average housewife would still know. She could tell you how much a dozen eggs or a quart of milk costs week to week. She knows whether her sister or her neighbor or her husband has lost his job or can’t find a new one. That kind of personal information you can’t dismiss and over time, the disconnect drags us all into darkness..
Meanwhile, we seem to be tilting backwards towards the good old days of the former Soviet Union. Where the truth is routinely turned on its head, or where telling the truth is far less important than that the message soothes the Great Leader.
I’m reminded of a story I read in Time Magazine during the 70s–about a new state-of-the-art power plant that was announced under construction outside of Moscow. It would take time, of course. Papers were filed at each step along the way and everything seemed to be going according to plan. After three years it was supposedly complete, ready to go. But then one day, after five years, someone in the central office looked up and noticed that there was still no power being generated by Plant No. 21. Zero. A commission was appointed to investigate and they sent a team out to the site, an empty field where they had cut the blue inaugural ribbon years ago. It was still just a field. All the concrete and copper and steel, all the tons of paraphernalia they’d shipped out there for construction had been hijacked and sold on the black market. It was a national scandal. Arrests were made and a trial followed. I’m paraphrasing here, but I still remember the “creative” testimony of the fire inspector:
Prosecutor: Is this your signature here stating that the power plant has passed your professional inspection?
Fire inspector: It is. I signed off on it.
Prosecutor: But how could you allow that? Couldn’t you see with your own eyes that the facility does not exist?
Fire inspector: The facility itself doesn’t exist, that’s true. But honestly, I did my job. I was ordered to drive out to the site and looked it over, and since it was just an ordinary potato field, well, I determined there was no possible risk of fire. I am not to blame.
–Andy Weinberger