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Donald Trump and Hillary Clinton
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On one side we have a populist over-the-top billionaire pop Narcissus, a.k.a. "cheeto-faced ferret-wearing shitgibbon" (thank you, Scotland) and reality TV con artist peddling himself as the one and only cure to a post-Mad Max American dystopia.
On the other side we have what storyteller and Explainer-in-Chief Bill "In the Spring of 1971, I met a girl" Clinton described as the ultimate workaholic do-gooder chick who also happens to be an Exceptionalist neoliberalcon dedicated to making the world safe for all sorts of dodgy, vested interests, from Wall Street to the industrial-military-intelligence-security-media complex and Israeli-firsters AIPAC.
No less than 68 percent -- and counting -- of Americans, surveyed earlier this week, don't trust the girl who melted Clinton's heart in the spring of 1971. And as it stands -- still not counting the Democratic National Convention bump -- the pop Narcissus, against all odds, is ahead.
Chaos against Chaos
She may be the Queen of Chaos, aptly about to reign over the Empire of Chaos, while for pop Narcissus the sweet smell of success boils down to a relentless guerrilla tactic of using chaos against the fundamentals of the Empire of Chaos, less than 140 words at a time.
So far, he has clearly identified Bill Clinton's girl's attachment to bipartisan dogmas with the potential of making her vulnerable -- Hellfiring everything from free trade (especially NAFTA) to nation-building, and even regime change. In the process, he viscerally tapped into a silent working class majority that's mad as hell and can't take it anymore. Pop Narcissus clearly relishes his role of Brioni-suited Republican posing as a shock to the system.
Still the Clinton machine -- awkwardly surfing the fallout of the subterranean email server tsunami -- did not get the message, and selected Virginia Senator Tim Kaine as Hillary's running mate; a neoliberalcon Wall Street choirboy dismissive of labor rights and, true to character as a corporate poodle, a fan of the Trans-Pacific Partnership (TPP).
Opposition to TPP -- a possible candidate as Obama's Vietnam -- may have been incorporated at the last minute into the platform of the Democratic Party. But still no one really knows whether Hillary is pro, against or hedging to infinity. The senator for Virginia, land of the free CIA and the brave Pentagon, also happens to be a cheerleader for offshore drilling.
Pat Buchanan, who worked for Nixon and Reagan and knows a thing or two about corridors of power, has described pop Narcissus's ideology as "ethnonationalism"; a nostalgia/xenophobia-drenched nativism/protectionism gig. But with a twist; foes also include Exceptionalistan's corporate elite.
And that's when the game really gets going. For days, between the Republican and Democratic national conventions, the news cycle was monopolized to subsonic hysteria levels by the "Trump as a Putin agent" drama. Neocon mouthpieces disguised as respectable conservatives dissected every -- manufactured -- nuance of the "bromance." Intel ops freaked out that Trump now has access to highly classified national security briefings. Former NATO honchos such as retired US Navy admiral James Stavridis blared that Trump's musings on Russia and NATO, "undermine European confidence in the reliability of the US as an ally -- particularly in the face of Russian adventurism."
The simple fact that pop Narcissus does not seem inclined to pursue Cold War 2.0 against Russia has been enough to convict him for national treason.
Fire walk with me
Hillary Clinton's starring roles, on the other hand, are smash hits.
Here she is as Wall Street's Golden Girl. Here she is as a relentless gold-digging machine. Here she is as a Neo-Athena Queen of War. And expect a future Oscar to go to The Three Harpies about to conduct the next Hunger Games: Hillary Clinton as President, Michele Flournoy as head of the Pentagon and -- the most terrifying words in the English language -- Secretary of State Victoria Nuland.
The CIA did not take down WikiLeaks. Hillary Clinton will make sure someone does. She will make sure "Russian aggression" is enshrined as some sort of national motto. When Hillary Clinton went for a "reset" in US-Russia relations, in both English and Russian, it was translated as "overload" -- a Freudian slip that elicited a smile from Russian Foreign Minister Sergey Lavrov but a thousand jokes all across Russia.