No Kings? How about less performative rhetorical smugness?
Despairing of the way leftishists behave, even when they have a point
Those No Kings protests. You see, Donald Trump is behaving like a quasi monarch with his executive orders and fondness for seemingly impulsive acts of war.
There’s obviously a there there. As a so-called lame duck president he’s using personal fiat to act in performatively vulgar ways involving things like wars and militia-style swoops on cities to remove immigrants. It’s clear why many people in America do not approve of this.
It’s not my business to litigate the rights and wrongs of what Trump does. In fact, I find reacting to Donald Trump exhausting. Plus I’ve no skin in the game, as a British national living in France, so my opinion on how America is run is of no consequence.
I’m reacting to an internal despair with the way the leftish conducts itself in general.
Even supporters of the No Kings parties (because that’s how they appear from where I’m sitting) acknowledge the unserious theatrics and the unintended irony of celebrating that they are free to mercilessly lampoon their would-be ‘King’.
I suppose that when you’re losing you need something to smile about. So that’s what the people who organise and join in with these things are probably chasing. It certainly looks like fun. Much more fun than the dreary anti-Brexit marches I went on in Britain.
The rout of the Democrats in 2024, due to a senile president and a useless would-be successor, must have been awful for them. And it must drive them nuts that such a cartoonishly ridiculous president continues to lie and mislead almost every time he speaks and how they’ve got another two years of this to endure. I have sympathy in an abstract sense.
So I get the need to party hard. Eat, drink and be merry for tomorrow your own movers and shakers might well appoint yet another terrible candidate for the White House.
