Mark Twain wrote about a minister who during the first shock of the San Francisco earthquake declared the Devil couldn't shake him from his pulpit. Upon the second shock declared, it would be wrong to tempt the lord. The big ape in chief declares his groupen fuhrer rallies will continue despite coronavirus worries. He then promptly cancels a visit to the CDC cause; you can't be too careful. It's so Trumpian, talk tough act chicken.
If there's one thing in the world Trump cares about its Trump. He'd pry an old woman's fingers from the hatch of the nuclear bunker to get it closed in time to save himself. The surrealistic crudeness the cartoonish oafishness. What the Fascist call, Trump Derangement Syndrome which I would refer to as "Are you f*cking insane?" To sit idly by as an Orange Jabba the Hut slowly dismantles the organs of a government creating a new government. A government not tied to facts or reality but tied to what the boss wants. The boss doesn't need to tell you what the boss wants, does he? A government of extremism unleashed in the tumult of exceeding unspoken expectations.
The signed peace treaty with the Taliban lasted twenty-four hours before the US attacked with air strikes in support of the Afghan Army. Clearly, the Taliban had no interest in abiding by the treaty and neither did the US. They had a lovely weekend and got their pictures taken, and I'm sure they got a nice parchment document with a bright ribbon and a wax seal to be filed away in a filing cabinet in the bowels of the state department somewhere. Somewhere in that diplomatic bundle was a work order, Paint helicopter landing pad on roof of Kabul embassy.
The Taliban like the North Vietnamese before them waste no time in flexing their muscles showing government troops the Afghan War is entering its final phase. A bad idea, badly planned, badly implemented badly lead by bad people for bad ends, ends badly. With oh so many thorns it hard to know where it hurts the most. It's easy to focus on Trump because he's the unavoidable big orange ape in the room. But the Afghan War and the Iraq War were the proverbial sledgehammer to conquer the ants. Billions and billions of dollars to conquer an oil rich wasteland. Reshuffling the deck of assets and contracts. Making the few very rich and making a million poor innocents very dead.