John Bolton turned up on Fox about an hour before I did last night, and professed to be surprised by the sudden Tweeting of his appointment as US National Security Advisor. The Beltway insiders allege that it was rushed out to distract from Trump’s cave-in on the 2,232-page Schemer-Pelosi Early-Christmas-For-Big-Bloated-Budget-Busting-Bureaucracy Bill that not a single person on this planet has actually read. Oh, and don’t give me that “increased funding for our troops” straw-clutching: every sentient creature from the earthworm up knows that the extra dough’s just going to go to diversity programs and gender reassignment surgery as opposed to anything that might increase the odds of actually winning the next 17-year war.
At this stage the Gullible Old Pussies of the Republican Party are pretty much openly advertising that giving them control of the House, the Senate and the White House is the equivalent of giving Yosemite Sam three sticks of dynamite to shove down his pants – with the additional nicety that this time round they’re actively flipping the finger at their president’s bedrock issue. I reiterate the point I first made on the radio a year ago: On January 20th 2017 Trump should have taken all those showboating showbiz no-shows at face value and held a businesslike inauguration at the southern border while laying the first brick. The brick remains unlaid – not because Vicente Fox refuses to “pay for Trump’s f**kin’ wall” but because Paul Ryan does.
As for the Bolton distraction, it seems to be working. I’ve given up trying to discern ideological themes in Trump’s firings and hirings: as far as I can tell, it’s mostly about people he likes to hang out with. In the case of John Bolton, I first met the new National Security Advisor a decade and a half or so back, in a roomful of European prime ministers and foreign ministers. He delivered a line that stunned the joint:
International law does not trump the US Constitution.
I was standing next to the Finnish Prime Minister, Paavo Lipponen, who had a genuinely puzzled looked on his face and eventually inquired of me: “He is making a joke, no?”
This is a long one, including as it does a repost of a Steyn column on Bolton from 2005. Contained therein are these Bolton quips:
What I love about John Bolton, America’s new ambassador to the UN, is the sheer volume of ‘damaging’ material. Usually, the Democrats and media have to riffle through decades of dreary platitudes to come up with one potentially exploitable infelicitous soundbite. But with Bolton the damaging quotes are hanging off the trees and dropping straight into your bucket. Five minutes’ casual trawling through the back catalogue and your cup runneth over:
The UN building?
‘If you lost ten stories, it wouldn’t make a bit of difference.’
Reform of the Security Council?
‘If I were redoing the Security Council, I’d have one permanent member …the United States.’
The International Criminal Court?
‘Fuzzy-minded romanticism …not just naive but dangerous.’
International law in general?
‘It is a big mistake for us to grant any validity to international law.’
Offering incentives to rogue states?
‘I don’t do carrots.’
Steyn also throws in another oldie-but-goodie column peppered with plenty more spicy Bolton haymakers. Whether Steyn’s distraction theory has any merit to it or not, I’m happy to see Big John back in harness as NSA; with Bolton back in their faces and impossible to ignore, the anguished screaming from the usual suspects over his every word is going to be a thing of joyous beauty. However big a fuck-you Trump just allowed the Uniparty to throw at us with his budget own-goal, the one he just lobbed at the UN and the DC Swamp bottom-feeders tops it handily.