This article originally appeared at TomDispatch.com.
In a Crippled World, All the News That's Fit to Splint
Breaking News! -- as NBC Nightly News anchor Lester Holt often puts it when beginning his evening broadcast. Here, in summary, is my view of the news that's breaking in the United States on just about any day of the week:
Trump. Trump. Trump. Trump. Trump.
Or rather (in the president's style):
Trump! Trump! Trump! Trump! Trump !!!!!!!!
Or here's another way of thinking about the news unmediated -- a word that's gained new resonance in the age of The Donald -- by anyone but him: below you'll find a set of run-on tweets from you-know-who to his base -- and by that I mean not just his American fans but "the Fake News Media" that treats such messages as the catnip of their twenty-first-century lives. These particular ones are from the afternoon of November 29th and the morning of November 30th @realDonaldTrump (mistakes and all). Consider it a wee sampling of the unmediated DJT (SAD!). However, given the desperately sped up all-Donald-all-the-time universe we live in, these -- being almost two weeks old -- are already ancient history, the equivalent of so many messages from Nebuchadnezzar, king of Babylon, scratched in cuneiform on clay tablets:
"Just landed in Argentina with @FLOTUS Melania! #G20Summit. 'This demonstrates the Robert Mueller and his partisans have no evidence, not a whiff of collusion, between Trump and the Russians. Russian project legal. Trump Tower meeting (son Don), perfectly legal. He wasn't involved with hacking.' Gregg Jarrett. A total Witch Hunt! Alan Dershowitz: 'These are not crimes. He (Mueller) has no authority to be a roving Commissioner. I don't see any evidence of crimes.' This is an illegal Hoax that should be ended immediately. Mueller refuses to look at the real crimes on the other side. Where is the IG REPORT? Arrived in Argentina with a very busy two days planned. Important meetings scheduled throughout. Our great Country is extremely well represented. Will be very productive! Oh, I get it! I am a very good developer, happily living my life, when I see our Country going in the wrong direction (to put it mildly). Against all odds, I decide to run for President & continue to run my business-very legal & very cool, talked about it on the campaign trail... Lightly looked at doing a building somewhere in Russia. Put up zero money, zero guarantees and didn't do the project. Witch Hunt!"
And so it goes in an America already preparing to sign off on 2018 in a blur of Trump.
Or think of the Trumpian news cycle as just a set of trigger names: Paul (pardon "not off the table") Manafort, Michael ("very weak") Cohen, Robert ("phony witch hunt") Mueller, Mia ("gave me no love") Love, Vladimir ("very, very strong") Putin, Elizabeth ("Pocahontas") Warren, Mohammed ("might have done it" ) bin Salman, Justin ("stabbed us in the back") Trudeau, Emmanuel ("very insulting") Macron, Rex ("dumb as a rock") Tillerson, James ("weak and untruthful slime ball") Comey, Jim ("rude, terrible person") Acosta, Roger ("guts") Stone.
Or here are the names of the 13 New York Times reporters with bylines on pieces in some way related to Donald Trump and in that paper on the day after the president's former lawyer Michael Cohen pled guilty to lying to Congress about a "potential Russian business deal during the presidential campaign": Mike McIntire, Megan Twohey, Mark Mazzetti, Benjamin Weiser, Ben Protess, Maggie Haberman, Peter Baker, Daniel Politi, David D. Kirkpatrick, Michael S. Schmidt, Sharon LaFraniere, Linda Qui, and David E. Sanger. And these six reporters were given credit for helping on one or more of the pieces those 13 were involved in producing: Katie Benner, Nicholas Fandos, Eileen Sullivan, William K. Rashbaum, Neil MacFarquhar, Matt Apuzzo, and Andrew Kramer. (And that's not even including whoever wrote the unsigned editorial page column, "Why It Matters That Mr. Cohen Lied," or Kitty Bennett who, according to a note, "contributed research" to one of those pieces.)
And if you're not yet feeling satisfied that I've caught our Trumpian moment adequately, I could certainly launch into a list of the endless insults the president regularly tosses out at "the Fake News Media" and "the Clinton News Network" in the feeding frenzy that now passes for "the news" or I could simply offer you the most relevant insults he aimed at individual reporters -- mainly black ones -- on the week of November 5th. ("What a stupid question. What a stupid question. But I watch you a lot and you ask a lot of stupid questions.") At this point, though, let me take pity on your souls. I suspect you've already got the gist of things. I have a feeling, in fact, that you already had it long before I ever put down a word of the above.
After all, as hard as it may still be to believe, HE looms over our lives, our planet, in a way no other human being ever has, not even a Joseph Stalin or a Mao Zedong, whose images were once plastered all over the Soviet Union and China. Even the staggering attention recently paid to an otherwise less than overwhelming dead president, one George H.W. Bush, could only have occurred because, in his relative diffidence, he seemed like the un-Trump of some long gone moment. The blanket coverage was, in other words, really just another version of Trump! Trump! Trump! Trump! Trump!!!!!!!!
All in all, check off these first two presidential years of his as a bravura performance, which shouldn't really surprise any of us. What was he, after all, but a whiz of a performer long before he hit the White House? And what are we -- the media and the rest of us -- but (whether we like it or not, whether we care to be or not) his apprentices?
Now, for a little breaking news of another sort! Unbelievably enough, despite all evidence to the contrary, there's still an actual world out there somewhere, even if Donald Trump's shambling 72-year-old figure has thrown so much of it into shadow. I'm talking about a world -- or parts of it, anyway -- that doesn't test well in focus groups and isn't guaranteed, like this American president, to keep eyes eternally (or even faintly) glued to screens, a world that, in the age of Donald Trump, goes surprisingly unnoted and unnoticed.
So consider the rest of this piece the most minimalist partial rundown on, in particular, an American imperial world of war and preparations for the same, that is, but shouldn't be, in the shadows; that shouldn't be, but often is dealt with as if it existed on the far side of nowhere.