All I can say is: thank heavens for Bernie Sanders. (If only he had been elected president instead of You Know Who!) Responding to Donald Trump’s recent decision to try to freeze trillions — yes, trillions! — of dollars in federal grants and loans, he said, “If President Trump wants to change our nation’s laws he has the right to ask Congress to change them. He does not have the right to violate the United States Constitution. He is not a king.”
No, indeed he’s not, but it seems that, until Sanders spoke up, no one had told him that and, the second time around in the White House, as TomDispatch regular Rebecca Gordon suggests today, he feels all too regal and has been acting accordingly. As a climate-change denier of the first order, he’s similarly moved to freeze the Department of Energy’s $50 billion budget, while preparing to cut out of it any funding that might be heading in a climate-friendly direction, part of an effort to halt any climate-positive policies instituted by the Biden administration.
And keep in mind, of course, that those acts, as New York Times columnist Thomas Edsall wrote recently, were just part of “a frenzied week of pardons, executive orders, threatening phone calls, and emergency declarations,” all of which also involved concentrating ever more power in — oh, yes, his hands (or perhaps His hands). And that’s just a start, of course. Where we’re going nobody really knows, not even Donald Trump. (Or do I mean, especially not Donald Trump?) But I can’t help thinking of that classic line attributed to King Louis XV of France: “Après moi, le déluge” (“After me, the flood”).
Whether that deluge proves to be the Trump-aided overheating of the planet or who knows what else, the future is looking anything but cheery right now, as Rebecca Gordon makes so vividly clear today. Tom
King Donald
Or Facing the Rise of Fascism Like Fools for Freedom
This past weekend my partner and I got together with a group of friends. We’ve been meeting every six weeks or so since 1982. Originally, this group of lesbians convened to talk about sex: what we were doing, what we wanted to do, what we fantasized about doing. But you know how it is with any relationship. Over time, it can come to embrace so many other things. That’s how it’s been with the group we call “Group” (or sometimes “A Closed Group with No Name”). We’ve seen each other through breakups, new lovers, job changes, housing worries, ailments, the deaths of lovers, caring for aging and dying parents, and now confronting our own age and the nearness of our mortality.
We’ve been together through an earthquake, several wars (Desert Storm, Afghanistan, Iraq, and the rest of the "Global War on Terror”), the advent of the Internet, and seven presidents. Now, we’re facing the return of the worst of those seven. The Group's latest meeting took place at the end of the first week of Donald Trump’s new term. So many disturbing things had happened in just seven days and none of us really wanted to talk about any of it.
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