Tulsi stumbles
WTAF, Miz G?
What the Hell Was That Tulsi Gabbard Video About?
Let’s talk about nuclear war, Director of National Intelligence Tulsi Gabbard, and Director of National Intelligence Tulsi Gabbard’s weird video about nuclear war.
AWWWW! Do we HAVE to, Uncle Steve? JEEZ….
Gabbard got raked over the coals by right-leaning critics, some conflating her remarks with an historically illiterate apology for Hiroshima and Nagasaki. Noah Rothman was one of several who accused her of “all but endors[ing] Barack Obama’s revisionist and ahistorical account of the end of the Second World War,” although I didn’t hear anything like that.
But that’s not to say that Gabbard’s video wasn’t at the very least odd.
At one point, Gabbard claimed that our “political elite and warmongers” are fomenting global thermonuclear war “because they are confident that they will have access to nuclear shelters for themselves and for their families that regular people won’t have access to.”
They still have to come out sometime. Real life isn’t an episode of “Fallout.”
Sen. John Kennedy (R-La.) — no RINO squish — quipped, “She obviously needs to change her meds,” and I’m inclined to agree.
I’m not the biggest fan of Gabbard on policy — she was strangely buddy-buddy on several occasions with Syria’s Bashar al-Assad and sometimes comes across as a Putin apologist. But I understand Trump’s desire, the nation’s need, and Gabbard’s ability to shake up the D.C. intel community.
But none of that explains the general weirdness on display here.
Curiously, when Trump met this weekend at Camp David to discuss Iran and Gaza strategy with his “top team,” including “Vice President Vance, Secretary of State Marco Rubio, Secretary of Defense Pete Hegseth, chief of staff Susie Wiles, special envoy Steve Witkoff, CIA director John Ratcliffe and other senior officials,” Gabbard was not in attendance.
There’s also the question of why the president’s DNI would make a campaign-style video.
Is she on her way out — of her own accord or not? I won’t pretend to even have a guess.
Nor will I. Tulsi Gabbard has long walked a very different path than most any other American ProPol you could name, for which habit I’ve always liked more than disliked her. As a confirmed off-the-beaten-track weirdo myself for my whole life, how could it be otherwise? Long as your personal “freak flag” doesn’t involve pedophilia, necrophilia, or bestiality; promoting mental dysfunction by insisting everyone endorse your delusional notion that, in your own head, you are not in fact the biological sex you so clearly are; suppression of others’ right to freedom of expression by means of intimidation and/or violence; shitting in the streets; and any and every other traducement of a free man’s God-given rights as enumerated in the US Constitution, you just go right ahead and let that freak flag of your’n fly, ain’t gonna catch no grief from this ol’ boy about it.
Who the hell even knows what’s going on in the lady’s pretty head this time, but looking at the bigger overall picture we’ve seen of Gabbard, her instincts, and her inclinations, I’m willing to overlook a little weirdness now and then. Certainly, she’s utterly loyal to the Bossman who put her where she is now—more loyal than she’ll ever be to any collectivist ideology; the criminal organization masquerading as a political party pimping it; or the nefarious, sub-rosa skullduggery by which Team Stalin hopes to ram their agenda down Real American throats, whether they will or they nil.
On the other hand, one thing we’ve all learned on the PDQ about President Donald John Trump v2.0 this time out: he sure knows how to keep ‘em guessing, don’t he? The man’s got a real gift for putting absolutely everybody—be they friend, foe, or disinterested passerby—on the back foot and seeing to it that they stay that way for as long as he needs ’em to be, as my dear old Grampa used to say. Going all the way back to the 2016 campaign, every time you heard yet another pinhead press “corpseman” griping about OMB’s roundabout, meandering way of speaking, how nobody could ever seem to pin The Donald down and force a straightforward, direct answer from him regarding any topic at all—ZOMG what is WRONG with you people can’t you fucking see he is just so stupid stupid stupid he can’t even utter coherent sentences in correct English, he’s soooooo stupid!!!—it was always my belief that what we were really looking at was Trump maneuvering the pasty, officious dweeb into his patented Figure Four Leg Lock (Rhetorical), only the poor victim wasn’t bright enough to realize he’d just been made a fool of by the better, smarter, more wily man.
AGAIN, I mean.