Monday, June 22, 2020

JOHN BOLTON: SO MUCH MORE TO DISLIKE THAN HIS BOOK


6/22/20

John Bolton is a jerk.   John Bolton always has been a jerk.  And John Bolton will always be a jerk.   I didn’t want to use the word “jerk,” but the nature of this blog as a source of education for the entire family forbids me from using the compound word I would have rather used.

Given my generally conservative politics, one might guess that my displeasure with Mr. Bolton arises from The Room Where It Happened, A White House Memoir, the soon to be released “Guess what I heard?” collection of tales from the Trump White House.   But one would be wrong in this supposition; long time readers know that my distaste for Mr. Bolton goes back many years, at least to the second Bush administration.   That Mr. Bolton’s scribbling harms President Trump’s chances at re-election are not a big deal to yours truly for at least four reasons:

·         Mr. Bolton hurts his credibility by venturing from the eminently believable to the laughably outrageous.  For example, the charge that Mr. Trump believes that Venezuela is, or was, part of the United States is just idiotic.   Even today’s typical high school student, deprived of exposure to geography in favor of modern “education’s” insistence on the generalized indoctrination we call “social studies,” realizes that Venezuela is on a different continent and never was a U.S. colony, at least in the formal sense.  (Doesn’t he?)  So one doesn’t have to be an ardent Trump hater to realize that this assertion on Mr. Bolton’s part is so outrageous that it calls into question the rest of Mr. Bolton’s narrative.

·         Even if we assume that most of the tales Mr. Bolton tells are true, the generalized picture he presents of Mr. Trump as something of a self-consumed lout whose vanity is exponentially more vast than his knowledge of foreign policy is nothing new and will change few votes.

·         Mr. Trump’s chances at re-election were microscopic before Mr. Bolton started scribbling.  See PRESIDENT TRUMP WILL NOT BE RE-ELECTED, written on 4/22/20, and note the earliness of that display of perspicacity.

·         While, considering the alternative, I would prefer that Mr. Trump not lose, whether he gets re-elected still results in yours truly engaging in an internal soliloquy worthy of Hamlet.


It’s not that Mr. Bolton’s literary display of petulance doesn’t bother yours truly, but the source of my distaste does not lie in politics but, rather, in the quaint old notions of statecraft, patriotism, and honor.  Mr. Bolton should have had the decency to keep his mouth shut on the sensitive national security matters he discusses in his book.   How open and straightforward can people be when they are continually nagged by the notion that what they say might be shared, and selectively so, with millions, some of whom are not nice people and have very little compunction about displaying their level of hostility, throughout the world?   And in which facet of his job does the president, whoever s/he might be, need honest straight talk more than s/he needs it in foreign policy?   Even though this President only wants to hear what he wants to hear, there may be a day in distant future when we have a president who knows what s/he is doing and would like to get a wide range of opinions, freely and unsparingly delivered, before taking actions of the gravity involved in many foreign policy actions.   Having a petulant (wo)man-child with a penchant for revenge in the same room is not conducive to the advancement of such honest, often displeasing and unpopular, opinions.

All that having been said, the problem that Mr. Bolton presents for Mr. Trump lies not so much in the content of the book Mr. Bolton has produced.   The problem that Mr. Bolton presents is that his very appointment in April of 2018 was an exemplar of the very lack of judgment, bordering on recklessness, that Mr. Trump displays in his scattershot approach to his job.  

Mr. Trump got elected in 2016 for a number of reasons, most of which had their genesis in revulsion at his opponents, both in the primary and especially in the general elections, and the political establishment they represented.   One of the major issues on which many of Mr. Trump’s voters, and certainly this voter, could nearly wholeheartedly agree with Mr. Trump rather than merely disagree with his opponents, was foreign policy.   Other than Senator Rand Paul, Mr. Trump was the only Republican in the 2016 primary field who spoke out with great vigor and commitment, bordering on passion, against the Bush/Obama foreign policy that saw thousands of American troops stationed, and dying, all over the world for reasons that were never clearly, let alone honestly, delineated.    People didn’t see it as America’s role to expend blood and treasure for nebulous reasons that seemed to benefit, if anybody, certainly not the working-class families whose kids were sent off on Messrs. Bush’s and Obama’s excellent adventures.  People were, to put it simply, sick and tired of America’s being the global policeman that candidate George W. Bush promised we wouldn’t be if he were elected only to renege on this promise nearly instantaneously upon being elected.   The people were further agitated when nothing of substance changed under President Obama, despite his being elected to a large extent on his promises to reverse Mr. Bush’s blundering, seemingly pointless, ridiculously expensive and outright dangerous foreign policy that set back American diplomatic progress by decades.  In 2016, when most of the Republican field displayed obsequious fealty to the disaster that was Mr. Bush’s foreign policy and the Democrats selected Mr. Obama’s chief diplomat as their standard-bearer, Mr. Trump derided the Bush/Obama, fight to the last working class kid for who knows what foreign policy   While it was not his foreign policy alone that got Mr. Trump elected, it certainly garnered him enough votes to put him in the White House in his close race with Mr. Obama’s Secretary of State.  

So imagine the shock to those of us who voted for Mr. Trump largely on the basis of his opposition to the Bush/Obama approach to foreign affairs when he appointed John Bolton, one of the chief architects of this policy, as his national security advisor?   It was a betrayal that would have garnered more attention if the public hadn’t by that time grown so accustomed to the President’s casual attitude toward things like principle and ideals.   The selection of Mr. Bolton confirmed for us that Mr. Trump was a liar, a man of no principle, a man with not even the vaguest familiarity with the people he was putting in charge, or a combination of the all of the above.   Yours truly vowed NEVER to vote for Trump as long as Mr. Bolton, whom I would refer to as Mr. Bush’s Nostradamus if I didn’t think Mr. Bush were at least as culpable as Mr. Bolton in his ruinous foreign policy, remained national security advisor.   Not only was Mr. Bolton’s foreign policy under Mr. Bush perhaps the seedling from which the ruin of our nation will spring but also Mr. Bolton’s appointment lent credence to those who argued that Mr. Trump had, and has, no clue regarding the issues he is charged with considering and has a tendency to forget on Tuesday what he said on Monday.  

So while Mr. Bolton’s book may not be as harmful as many imagine to Mr. Trump’s nearly non-existent re-election chances as many suppose  (See, again, my 4/22/20 post.), the very resurfacing of Mr. Bolton reminded us of the lack of introspection, and perhaps the lack of character, of the man we have in the White House, and Mr. Bolton did so without producing one page of his soon-to-be-forgotten screed.


One more thing…

The breathless attention that the press is paying to Mr. Bolton’s bout of bumptious braying is yet further proof that If the media weren’t so pathetic, they’d be hilarious.   The same people who insist that we must pay unwavering attention to every utterance of Mr. Bolton now that he is ripping Mr. Trump are the same crew that seethed with even more contempt for Mr. Bolton than does yours truly when Mr. Bolton was more or less in charge of foreign policy in both the second Bush and Trump administrations.   They were right then; they are wrong now.   But these are not people to let intellectual consistency and honesty interfere with a jihad of the type in which they are currently engaged.



Saturday, June 6, 2020

LET’S TAKE A BREAK FROM THE BIG STORIES FOR SOME OLD-FASHIONED CHICAGO POLITICS


In the middle of all the big news stories (the apparently subsiding rioting and protesting, COVID and its seemingly rapidly subsiding economic and financial ramifications (We’ll see.), continuing troubles with China over, inter alia, trade and the coronavirus, etc., it might be refreshing to take a break and get back to some good old-fashioned Chicago politics.

A few weeks ago, Chuck Neubauer and Sandy Bergo of the Chicago Sun-Times reported that former Illinois Senate President John Cullerton is offering refunds of a sort from his Senate Democratic Victory Fund.   Two of the former senators requesting such refunds are under close federal scrutiny and hence are using the money to partially finance their efforts to avoid long stays in the federal hoosegow.   John Cullerton’s reaction that he didn’t have any idea that the aforementioned refund recipients would use the money for legal fees and the observations of a good government crusader on what donors wish the pols would do with their contributions prompted two letters from yours truly to the Sun-Times.   Given that the Sun-Times runs only a few letters per day and the ordinary machinations of our public servants have been drowned out by the demonstrations and the wholesale looting and destructing that has mysteriously accompanied them, neither letter was published.   However, I thought my readers would be interested in both:   


5/24/20

The adjective “disingenuous” is one of the most misunderstood in the English language, probably because its definition is so precise.   Hence, I generally fall back on examples when asked to define “disingenuous,” but good examples are themselves hard to find.   Former Senate President John Cullerton has lightened my burden, however, with his response to whether he knew what Tom Cullerton and Martin Sandoval, former or, at the time, soon to be former, senators facing federal criminal scrutiny would do with the money transferred to them from John Cullerton’s Senate Democratic Victory Fund, to wit:

“I did not know what they intended to do with (the money).   The didn’t discuss it with me.  They decided what to do with the funds.”

Thank you, John Cullerton, for making defining “disingenuous” easy.


Mark M. Quinn




5/24/20

In Chuck Neubauer’s and Sandy Bergo’s “The Watchdogs” report on May 24, Aaron McKean, a lawyer for the Campaign Legal Center, is quoted  

“It is unseemly to see campaign funds be used for legal defense, especially when the situation is egregious.   Campaign donors can rightly look at this and say that’s not how they wanted their contributions to be used.”

Mr. McKean needs to ramp up the cynicism a notch or seven.   Most campaign contributors, certainly in Illinois, could not give a rat’s hindquarters what politicians do with their campaign contributions.   The only thing most donors care about is that the pol to whom the money went knows where it came from.


Mark M. Quinn


See my two books, The Chairman, A Novel of Big City Politics and The Chairman’s Challenge, A Continuing Novel of Big City Politics, for further illumination on how things work, or used to work, in Chicago and Illinois politics. 


Monday, June 1, 2020

THE MAY RIOTS: THE BLUE LINE REMAINS THIN, STRONG, AND BEYOND COMMENDABLE


6/1/20

Much to the credit of the politicians who normally are not the most ardent defenders of the police, we’ve heard a lot of at least rhetorical support for our police officers in the wake of the riots that have devastated cities across the country in the wake of the murder of George Floyd by Minneapolis cop Derek Chauvin.    The politicians told us repeatedly, and correctly, that the police showed “amazing restraint” in the face of intense, unyielding instigation and antagonization.   And those two words don’t tell the half of it.  Cops were pelted with full beer cans, rocks, hammers, bags of urine and feces, or as Mayor Richard J. Daley put it back in 1968, “bags of something that begins with an “s” and ends with a “t,”  a much more gentile use of the “begins with” and “ends with” ploy than current Mayor Lori Lightfoot’s recent application thereof directed toward President Trump, but I digress.  Cops were dragged through the streets by their vests.  Cops were spat upon and called pigs.   Cops went to emergency rooms with broken bones.  And yet no cops submitted to the urge to whip out the old billy club (er, sorry, baton) and provide the self-styled anarchists a cranial re-adjustment.  And don’t think many of the cops wouldn’t have loved to do the rioters such an anatomical courtesy.  But this wasn’t 1968…in more ways than the immediate analogy would indicate, but that is grist for another mill.

The cops’ restraint was especially amazing when one considers that these men and women were working double shifts and consequently were intensely sleep deprived.    Lack of sleep brings out the worst in all of us, and doubtless the temptation to strike back against the thugs was intensified by the toll fatigue extracted on these officers of the law.   And still these men and women just took it.  Whether that was the best policy is grist for yet another mill, but take it they did.

The source of this restraint was doubtless the police officer’s sense of duty; even when they would rather not, police officers do what the commanders tell them.   Another factor, however, surely was the economic and social circumstances of your typical police officer.   S/he knows that everybody on the street has a camera; hence, everything the police officer does will be filmed.   And that film will be edited, usually with the help, or at least the connivance, of the media to put the police officer in the worst possible light, putting his job, and maybe more, at risk.   Considering that a typical Chicago cop is likely to have  a mortgage that is four times his salary on his or her house in Mt. Greenwood, Edison Park, or Chatham; you’d be amazed at how much even modest homes cost in the city’s copper canyons, largely due to Chicago’s residency rule, which is one of the reasons that rule will not be going away any time soon, but, again, grist for another mill.   The officer is also likely to have a couple of kids in Catholic School, at least partially due to the city’s continuing failure to do much to improve the quality of its neighborhood public schools.   S/he really needs this job and can’t afford to lose it because s/he is perceived to have somehow mistreated some wild-eyed thug intent on wreaking havoc for the sake of wreaking havoc.  And the cop knows for damn sure that Lori Lightfoot and the other pols in this city do not have his or her back in any but a rhetorical sense; when the heat gets turned up, the cop gets thrown under the green limousine.   So even those cops who would just love to gift some miscreant with a permanent reminder of his lark in May of 2020 don’t do so; too much is at stake.

The cops’ economic circumstances also render laughable the age-old argument of the thugs, or even of the protesters, that they are somehow for the “working class.”   Who is more working class than cops?   News flash to the idiots:  These men and women were not born in Winnetka to investment banker parents.   They took the job because it was in their family, they had a profound sense of duty, and/ or they simply needed a good job and didn’t have the economic wherewithal to go to the colleges and universities many of the protesters and trouble-makers are able to attend through the largesse of their decidedly non-working class parents.

Notice that yours truly has drawn a distinction in this piece between the thugs and the protesters.   Anybody with eyes, ears, and at least a moderately functioning brain can see that there is a big distinction between the two.   The protesters have a legitimate, or at least a debatable, beef; the thugs are just there to cause trouble, enjoy a lark of sorts, or to engage in pre-mediated and highly organized looting.   There is much argument regarding the proportion of thugs to legitimate protesters.  I don’t know what that proportion is, but, unlike many of our learned media and political observers, I won’t venture a knee-jerk guess and say something like “The overwhelming majority of the people out here are legitimate protesters.”  I suspect that is true, but I don’t know that and neither do the popinjays who piously proclaim such pap and pabulum.  But I do know something about the proportion of thugs to protesters:  It was large enough to have caused the destruction we have been witnessing over the last several days.  

There is another proportion that should be brought into play here.   While I can’t be as certain about it as I am about the thug/protester ratio outlined in the last paragraph, I can be more confident about it than the pediculous poltroons in public life and the press can be in their assurances that “the vast majority” of those on the streets were serious protesters rather than malevolent, near psychopathic thugs, rich kids out on a lark, or organized criminals…

The proportion of cops who think that Derek Chauvin is an absolute a...hole and a murderer who deserves to spend most, if not all, of the rest of his life in jail is far higher than the proportion of legitimate protesters in the crowds that burned down much of many of our cities over the weekend.  Take that one to the bank.



See my two books, The Chairman, A Novel of Big City Politics and The Chairman’s Challenge, A Continuing Novel of Big City Politics, for further illumination on how things work in Chicago and Illinois politics.