Special Counsel Robert Mueller’s team isn’t interested in facts.
Their agenda, reflecting that of establishment Washington, is to hamstring Trump insofar as attempting a thaw in Cold War 2.0. (Although there is no war; we are witnessing a display of wholly one-sided US imperial aggression. There is far too much money at stake to allow Trump to fulfil his campaign promise to ease tensions with the Russian Federation.)
A Russia-obsessive Democratic partisan snarled at me, I was a “alt-left troll” for positing the declaration above. Yes, that is about the range of their riposte to non-partisan-based, fact-freighted observations.
Regardless of the chimerical notion of the existence of the alt-left, here, in a realm known as reality, there exists: the Left and the faux Left. The litmus test as to where one exists across the howling divide between the two is as follows: The latter compulsively parrot’s the “sneaky pant’s Putin is hiding in my hard drive” fool’s mythos.
There are legitimate reasons to resist the insults to common sense and common decency embodied by the two-legged toxic waste dump Trump — but parroting the falsehoods of the extant, anti-Russia psych op campaign merely reveals one to be a mindless tool of the blood-sodden benefactors of the status quo of US economic and militarist imperium. Well played, Democrats, for falling, as you have, into the neocon’s parade of dupes and useful idiots.
And meanwhile, the current president of the United States needs no interference from Russia to dig the nation deeper into the paradigm of constant war. The mere existence of North Korea gives him ample excuse:
“Fire and fury like the world has never seen.” – Donald Trump 8-8-17
It appears that Trump, never exactly an emblem of emotional balance, has been pushed to the point of a psychotic episode. Cracking under the pressure, he just might commit an act of global wide murder/suicide.
This is among the reasons why the Washington establishment’s/desperate liberal’s Russiagate contrivance was a terrible and dangerous idea. Trump needed the pressure like Tony Perkins’ Norman Bates needed a glimpse of Janet Leigh’s showering, soap-lacquered body.
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Phil Rockstroh is a poet, lyricist and philosopher bard living in New York City.
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