Walsh has some suggestions for Trump on how his State Of The Union show ought to be handled, which includes moving it to a 50,000 seat stadium in Trump country:
And what should he say? That the State of the Union is not good, and is not emotionally strong. That after nearly 75 years of cultural-Marxist battering at the doors of all the major American institutions, half the country thinks its own nation is fundamentally illegitimate; that it was founded in venality and exploitative racism and sexism, for the purpose of establishing “white privilege” in North America—and no amount of evidence to the contrary will persuade them otherwise. That as faith has foundered, a new, secular religion has arisen, whose first burnt offerings were wafted aloft by the Wilson Administration, a government of experts celebrating a rule by the elites, a faith in which any gender could grow up to be president, as long as that gender went to Yale or Harvard.
More: that the other half of country has finally had its manners and its good will tested long enough; that it liked the way we used to be, and saw nothing either evil or exploitative about our country. That it resents the influx of Marxist professors—vipers, whom it welcomed as refugees—who via their sacred tenet of Critical Theory encouraged their naïve charges to pull down the pillars of American society. All the social troubles we have witnessed since, from the Weather Underground to the current racial and sexual unrest, derives from them. But wrapped in their false flag of “real patriotism,” they demand that the impossibly perfect always be the enemy of the good, and ascribe only villainy to their opponents.
He should say that the bloated federal bureaucracy is far too large and expensive, and that he will begin reductions in force as soon as practicable. He should say that trillion-dollar deficits—at a time of record tax revenues—prove not that taxes are too low but that government is too big, and that henceforth all extra-constitutional functions will be wound down, including the regulatory agencies created by Congress, until we at least reach some stasis point.
He should assert the equality of all three branches of government when it comes to interpreting and defending the Constitution, inform the lesser federal judges that they have no power over the executive acting either in his constitutional administrative capacity or as commander-in-chief, and tell them that henceforth he will ignore restraining orders and injunctions that are, in his opinion, unconstitutional, until such time as they are adjudicated by the Article III-established Supreme Court (the only federal court not established by Congress, as it happens).
Personally, I like the idea of just mailing a written text in—as was standard, accepted practice for many years—best. The idea of watching another juvenile shitshow like the Demonrats pulled last time, sitting with pinched, sour faces and their arms petulantly folded like sulky little brats who’d been denied a cookie right before dinner, is unappealing at best. And this time around, you just know that bunch would descend to actual hooting and jeering, disrupting Trump’s speech at every comma or semicolon like a pack of rabid howler monkeys, if given the chance. Three groans for Pelosi for sparing us that irksome, emetic spectacle, at least.
As for those “reductions in force” Walsh mentions, Trump could kick that off by announcing that every one of those 800,000 useless “nonessential employees”—greedily sucking away at Uncle Sam’s sugar teat until their recent paid vacation (synonyms for “nonessential”: unnecessary, not needed, superfluous, expendable), dead weight missed by nobody at all since the shutdown—will need to start looking for a real job effective forthwith. Call it a good start on his promise to drain the Swamp, since that’s exactly what it would be.
Ain’t gonna happen, natch. But hey, we can dream, can’t we?
The “Who Cares” Shutdown update! Aesop, being a reasonable and intelligent man, agrees with me on the desirability of a mass RIF, and puts some more meat on dem bones.
President Trump is a few days away from being able to lay off hundreds of thousands of “non-essential” government workers permanently, at a penstroke.
Which is a fine start.
And at that point, there’s no longer any shutdown. Just the Trump administration saving millions of tax dollars daily, going forward.
If the Dems cave, Trump wins. If they don’t cave, Trump wins.
Stock up on popcorn and refreshments.
Looks like your boondoggle trip isn’t the only thing shot down and grounded by the President. This is what happens when the Speaker of the House tries to play high-stakes poker with a deuce-level mind against the King of Diamonds.
And as this drags on, he’s as likely to say “No, sorry, $5B was the offer last month. But with layoffs, I’ve freed up tons of government money going forward. Now the offer is $10B for the Wall, or nothing. Next month, it’s $20B. Your move. – click -”
From his lips to Trump’s ears, baby. The liberal shitfit that would ensue after the click-and-dial-tone sound was left ringing in Stretch Pelosi’s withered, rubbery ear alone would be worth all the gold in Fort Knox in terms of sheer entertainment value (yes, I know some folks insist there ain’t no gold in Fort Knox anymore, but still).