Paranoia Central
Donald Trump wants to visit Fort Knox. As far as I know, this has no precedent, at least not among recent presidents. Presumably they had too much to do, what with running the country, keeping inflation under control, and avoiding pointless, self-defeating wars. They also probably trusted other people. If it ever occurred to them that all the gold had been stolen, all they had to do was call someone in Kentucky and a loyal, career servant of the American people would have assured them that the gold was in place, as it has assuredly been since the beginning of time.
But Donald Trump is different from the rest of them. He is, in fact, different from the rest of us, except for people who serve in his cabinet and encourage/affirm his every cockamamie whim. Such is the power of terminal sycophancy that the virus is vastly more powerful than its host. Take a look at the brown noses of this group. You can smell them all the way to Oklahoma.
What Drumpf wants now is to make a kind of precious metals house call “to see if the gold is still there.” On the surface of things, it appears to be free-floating paranoia. With time on his hands in the middle of the night, he appears to be worried because “[t]hey steal a lot.” Who the “they” are is one of the mysteries here. It could be anyone from James Comey to Letitia James, or half a dozen others on the DOJ to-do list.
But I really don’t think that Drumpf is actually worried. This is the classic move of a charlatan provocateur, dodging the consequences of his multiple failures and distracting the attention of a rattled citizenry. When you can’t get a Jet Ski through the Strait of Hormuz, you have to do something to keep folks off balance. Same with lingering suspicions about the Epstein Files, the price of gas, and new reporting from Ukraine that Russia is targeting American business interests without a peep of protest from our pee-pee president.
On the back-end, of course, Drumpf can then return to Washington and declare that he has saved us once again. He will claim that one pile of gold was missing an ingot, but he mobilized Kash Patel and Todd Blanche, and they found it in Chappaqua in bed with the Clintons. A week or two later, it will be something else. The endlessly distracted Donald Trump is endlessly resourceful at discovering distractions, or reasons to declare himself a hero.
This will last as long as we allow it to happen, but a day of reckoning is fast approaching. Not since McCarthy has an American politician expertly manipulated vague, obscure fears. Whatever else, Drumpf is a Machiavellian master, masked by a devilish, calculating, coarse stupidity.
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Written without the use of Artificial Intelligence, this is the actual product of a struggling human mind.