Those perplexed by the tireless forward motion of ICE—despite outrage, funerals, and the sort of historical comparisons that usually prompt solemn museum exhibits—have misdiagnosed the problem. The obstacle is not condemnation. Condemnation is plentiful.
The fuel is reward.
There comes a moment in every republic when memory itself becomes a civic duty. We have reached that moment.
The American public, generous to a fault, has a remarkable talent for amnesia—especially when exhaustion sets in and the news cycle moves on. This is unfortunate because certain facts, once forgotten, have a nasty habit of reappearing in more dangerous forms.
What Donald Trump doesn’t want to reveal is what people are seeing.” This is an important distinction. Policy is substance.
Optics can foul everything up.
The President is not disturbed by the act; he is disturbed by the review, by the American public, that the acts are receiving.
This is our system. Our presidency. Our contribution to global stress.
The rest of the world does not receive a ballot. It receives consequences. Trade shocks. Energy chaos. Military recalculations. Parents in other countries now explain to their children why the news sounds tense again, because one elderly man in Washington feels the need to feel powerful before nighty-night.
It is a testament to modern leadership that the appearance of legitimacy has finally been liberated from the inconvenience of actually earning it. Donald Trump, ever the pragmatist, is reportedly content with a Nobel Peace Prize prop—despite everyone knowing it is not transferable—because the principles, after all, are far less photogenic than having your picture taken with a Nobel Peace Prize (that you have not earned).
This is ridiculous!
