'I Told You So', Warns Donald Trump As Liberal Washington Is Uprooted, Tossed, And Taken To The Dump

If anyone doubted Donald Trump's intentions, they can no longer do so.  The new Administration team is in place and once they finish their work, the old Washington will be a thing of the past.  Everything from antimacassars to tchotchkes, doilies to paperweights, throw rugs to carpets, aides to assistants will be removed, shoveled into the trash, taken to the dump, fired up and incinerated.  Aisles will be cleared, old files hauled and tossed.  There will be a cleaning of the Augean stables, a complete ransacking of the detritus that has piled up over the years.

Countless thousands of bureaucrats will be uprooted, summarily dismissed, and sent packing across the Potomac. Cubicles will be ripped up and shredded before the buildings along Independence and Constitution Avenue are torn down. 

The White House will be alight 24/7, a palace of stupendous glitz and sequined glamour, a surprisingly showy place for the architects of demolition, construction, and realignment  There will be nothing half-baked, tenuous, or tentative there.  The phalanxes sweeping up and down Pennsylvania Avenue, chasing Henderson, Potter, Freeman & Goldberg and every other legal shill and lawfare operative who billed hours, filled court dockets with profitable trial ready briefs, and became the political mercenaries of government.  

Statues of cancelled men of American history will be put up again, the original names of streets, schools, and military bases restored, and American flags will be the only ones flying.  Things will be called what they are, not what they should be, and gone will be whiny, morose, tearful plaints. In their place will be unbridled optimism, and a fresh new cadre of men and women committed to the cause of righting the American ship will take their places in government.  The caviling hysteria of the Left will be quelled as tripartite conservatism takes hold. 

 

The very ethos of Washington will change overnight.  The moaning, breast-beating, and wailing will end.  The cries of Environment, Transgender, Black This Black That, Inclusivity, Diversity, and Communitarianism will no longer be heard, and a muscular return to individualism, opportunity, and enterprise will be the ordre du jour. The sound of drills, dredging, and the laying of pipe will be heard everywhere.  

Walt Whitman will be the new Poet Laureate

I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear,

Those of mechanics, each one singing his as it should be blithe and strong,

The carpenter singing his as he measures his plank or beam,

The mason singing his as he makes ready for work, or leaves off work,

The boatman singing what belongs to him in his boat, the deckhand singing on the steamboat deck,

The shoemaker singing as he sits on his bench, the hatter singing as he stands,

The wood-cutter’s song, the ploughboy’s on his way in the morning, or at noon intermission or at sundown,

The delicious singing of the mother, or of the young wife at work, or of the girl sewing or washing,

Each singing what belongs to him or her and to none else,

The day what belongs to the day—at night the party of young fellows, robust, friendly,

Singing with open mouths their strong melodious songs.

 

All this is some of Trump's bombast and hyperbole mixed in with the heady enthusiasm of forty-somethings who can be forgiven for their youthful optimism to be sure; but how often does any young thing from Ohio get to be in the avant-garde of a political revolution?  Hugs and kisses all around, shameless enthusiasm and the promise of their names in lights in the new zeitgeist. No long faces here, no crying in your beer, no morose sighs, no more hectors and nanny badgers.

The four years of the Biden Administration's sky-is-falling Calvinist lecturing has felt like an eternity.  Its cries of a rotten, hateful, careless American society seemed endless.  Its howls of pederasty, homophobia, misogyny, and virulent systemic racism were penitential and ugly.  Now, in one fell swoop, all that is out the window, gone and quickly forgotten. 

Of course the machinery of government, let alone the infrastructure which houses it cannot be changed without a fight.  Those goddam foundations are deep! And previous administrations have tried to confront the bureaucratic behemoth with little success; but this administration is different.  It intends not only to dramatically reduce the size of government and eviscerate the bureaucracy which sustains it, but to change everything about doing business in Washington.  

Nothing is sacrosanct, nothing will escape the guillotine.  The ethos of the government will change, and the politics turned upside down.  In one broad brush, identity politics, the politics of communitarian righteousness, the inverse relationship of need to ability, the lionization of the meritless, will be gone.  Washington will look different, sound different, and be different.  From the all-night parties of tinsel and pasties to the sound of wrecking balls and jackhammers, it will be unrecognizable. 

The Left is already whining and bemoaning the state of the union as what they see as one architect of Armageddon after another is appointed to the Trump cabinet. 'A clown show, an insurrectionist nightmare, a brutal autocratic dictatorship, a monumental travesty....', a familiar litany, but this time recited to deaf ears.  No one is paying attention anymore now that their own clown show of a Harris-Walz ticket has been ridden out of town, the old fool in the Oval Office is still propped up by his shills with his finger placed on the financial sluice gates ready to flood the country with billions of walkin' around money before he heads out to pasture. 

The Left looks at the pre-Inauguration hoopla at Mar-a-Lago - white, straight, young, beautiful, and able-bodied - and can't believe that their dreams of a multicultural, diverse government that 'looks like America' have disappeared; but disappeared they have, and a glimpse into the ambitious partying is a glimpse at what's coming to 1700 Pennsylvania.  Hold on to your hats, America.  You ain't never seen anything like this before.