Nobody could dunk like Darryl Dawkins. The late 76ers’ Sir Slam kept us entertained in the late 70’s and early 80’s, shattering backboards with concoctions like “The Chocolate-Thunder-Flying, Robinzine-Crying, Teeth-Shaking, Glass-Breaking, Rump-Roasting, Bun-Toasting, Wham-Bam, Glass-Breaker-I-Am-Jam.” He also wasn’t a half-bad basketball player.
Misunderstood (because who wouldn’t be if they claimed to be an ambassador to Earth from the planet Lovetron where he practiced “interplanetary funkmanship” with his girlfriend Juicy Lucy), Dawkins ended up a small-time community college coach before dying waaay too soon of a heart attack at 58. Or maybe he just went home.
What does this have to do with anything? Well, it’s Friday…and Erick’s in Washington D.C. appearing in one of those CSPAN2 events where lots of words are spoken and nobody wants the camera catching them checking Twitter while the others are speaking. Speaking of that, Janet Parshall, taking the Christian pro-Trump position, did a great job pointing out all the irrelevancies of terrible people becoming president, without giving a single reason why God needs a Trump (like the horrendous Star Trek V Kirk statement, what does God need with a star ship, which I’ll get to later on).
Who’s the Birther?
People didn’t get Darryl Dawkins, but he could dunk a basketball, and he loved doing that more than anything else in the world. Donald Trump loves being in the public spotlight more than anything else in the world, and the Democrats still don’t get it.
Hillary Clinton wants the presidency like Molly Jensen wants Sam Wheat in “Ghost.” Viscerally, sexually, like wet clay on a potter’s wheel and (God rest his soul) Patrick Swayze. Until now, that longing has been cosmically unobtainable, except through some charlatan medium like Barack Obama tossing her a bone at State. As much as she tries to connect with what she was so close to in the 90’s–living in the White House and all–she remains obscenely mortal.
Not only is she mortal in the physical sense–as in dying, but Clinton cannot live down 2008, and may be doomed to repeat it at the hands of the Dr. Dunkenstein of politics. Trump is within the margin of error in the RCP average, and effectively tied in a 4-way race including Gary Johnson and the new millennial favorite, Jill Stein.
So Trump let the media run on Hillary’s health scare, demonstrated his own transparency with an appearance on Dr. Oz while she convalesces, and offered nothing but get well soon sentiments while privately hoping for further evidence of Clinton’s decrepitude. But even worse, as Democrats shriek with horror at the press turning on their Empress (or Precious, or Idol, Goddess, what-have-you), Trump resurrected the Original Conspiracy that started everything and hung it on Hillary.
Trump set up this dunk in late September. Of 2015. It took a whole year to complete.
Then Jason Miller, Trump’s senior communications adviser, spoke for the Orange Throne, a mistake frequently made and never, ever safe.
“Having successfully obtained President Obama’s birth certificate when others could not, Mr. Trump believes that President Obama was born in the United States,” said Jason Miller, the Trump campaign’s senior communications adviser.
A few planetary revolutions later, Trump told The Washington Post:
Trump suggested he is not eager to change his pitch or his positions even as he works to reach out to minority voters, many of whom are deeply offended by his long-refuted suggestion that Obama is not a U.S. citizen. Trump refused to say whether he believes Obama was born in Hawaii.
“I’ll answer that question at the right time,” Trump said. “I just don’t want to answer it yet.”
When asked whether his campaign manager, Kellyanne Conway, was accurate when she said recently that he now believes Obama was born in this country, Trump responded: “It’s okay. She’s allowed to speak what she thinks. I want to focus on jobs. I want to focus on other things.”
But, of course, Hillary’s campaign, in 2008, wrote this in an internal memo:
All of these articles about [Obama’s] boyhood in Indonesia and his life in Hawaii are geared toward showing his background is diverse, multicultural and putting that in a new light.
Save it for 2050.
It also exposes a very strong weakness for him — his roots to basic American values and culture are at best limited…He told the people of NH yesterday he has a Kansas accent because his mother was from there. His mother lived in many states as far as we can tell — but this is an example of the nonsense he uses to cover this up.
…We are never going to say anything about his background — we have to show the value of ours when it comes to making decisions, understanding the needs of most Americans — the invisible Americans.
Silent Majority, anyone? Sounds pretty “America First” to me. Who’s the birther now, Hillary? Dunk.
Panic in the press
Noah Rothman rightly declared panic at the Democrats’ secret clubhouse (located a cozy six stories underground beneath PETA headquarters in Norfolk–because real estate in D.C. is so expensive, and the Trump International just blocks from the White House has ears in the Metro).
“He is playing you guys like a Stradivarius. Dominating news instead of Newsweek story, Trump Foundation,” perennial Republican critic Norman Ornstein barked at the Washington Post’s Chris Cillizza. “Pathetic.”
“[Y]ou can ask any question about Trump, Trumpism or anti-Trumpism except the existential ones,” wrote newly minted GQ pundit Keith Olbermann, “because the existential ones could lead him to stop calling in to your morning show and providing you with your highest-rated hour for free.”
It’s not that Trump doesn’t have enough faults, it’s that he has too many, and has effectively inoculated America to his misdeeds. It’s almost to the point where he becomes a sympathetic character, which makes the liberal press even more apoplectic.
The idea that Donald Trump has not been covered negatively by the press is demented. It’s not that Trump’s coverage has been soft; it’s that there has been too much negative news to cover. From the scandalous Trump Foundation, to the treatment of his hotel employees, to the fraudulent Trump University, and more, the din of scandal coverage is so deafening it’s turned into white noise. Trump is aided by the fact that Hillary Clinton’s own misconduct and ethical lapses render the contrast between her and her opponent a muted one.
Yeah, it sucks when your candidate can’t muster enough righteousness to even fake some outrage, because the race is a turd sandwich versus a giant douche. The fact that the collective media has to brown-bag the sandwich and tell everyone how yummy it is is beyond satisfying to those who are skipping the meal entirely.
The fact is, yes, they are being played. The writer called Publius Decius Mus claimed that conservatives are the Washington Generals (the team paid to lose to the Harlem Globetrotters). In fact, it’s the press who play that role, while Trump is Darryl Dawkins flying to the hoop for another basket.
They still don’t get it.
God doesn’t need a Trump
Erick quoted Star Trek in this morning’s debate about whether a Christian should publicly shill for Trump. “What does God need with a star ship?” asked Kirk of the being at the galaxy’s center who claimed the title of El Shaddai (among others).
God does use bad people to accomplish his plans. He used Judas Iscariot, Pharaoh Rameses II, Nebuchadnezzar, and the Roman Emperor Nero, to name just a few. But nowhere in Scripture is there a call to God’s people (in the Old or New Testaments) to support evil in the ultimate cause of good. The Christian’s call is to means, while the ends are in God’s hands.
If God chooses to use Trump in some unknown way to heal America, then yay God. But that can and will happen regardless of my own vote, and to claim that I am siding with God to side with Trump is lunacy. It’s like claiming that you side with Herod because he accomplished God’s will in fulfilling prophecy. Herod was evil. Only God can turn evil to good purposes. For Christians to claim that we can do that apart from God is heresy.
God does not need a Trump, but we should certainly pray for Trump (and Hillary), that they would be used for God’s purposes, and seek His wisdom.
President Reagan addressed the National Prayer Breakfast on January 31, 1985. He recounted how Ike began the prayer breakfast tradition.
He said, “Frank, this is the loneliest house I’ve ever been in. What can I do?” And Carlson said, “I think this may be a good time for you to come and meet with our prayer group.” And Eisenhower did. In 1953 he attended the first combined Prayer Breakfast. And Presidents have been coming here for help ever since. And here I am.
Reagan repeated a story he had told before. There is power in one name, and one name alone. Those who put their trust in any other name are doing so at the risk of being fools. Let us all be careful that if we get anything–we get that.
It’s a story that goes back to the fourth century. There was an Asian monk living in a little remote village, tending his garden, spending much of his time in prayer. And then one day, he thought he heard the voice of God telling him to go to Rome. Well, he obeyed the Lord’s command, and he set out on foot. And many weary weeks later, he arrived in the capital city of the Roman Empire at the time of a great festival that was going on in Rome. And the little monk followed the crowd that was surging down the streets into the Colosseum. He saw the gladiators come forth, stand before the Emperor, and say, “We who are about to die salute you.” And, then, he realized these men were going to fight to the death for the entertainment of the crowd. And he cried out, “In the name of Christ, stop!” And as the games began, he fought his way down through the crowd, climbed over the wall and dropped to the floor of the arena. And when the crowd saw this tiny figure making his way out to the gladiators, saying, “In the name of Christ, stop,” they thought it was part of the entertainment. And they began laughing. But when they realized it wasn’t, then their laughter turned to anger. And as he was pleading with the gladiators to stop, one of them plunged a sword into his body, and he fell to the sand of the arena, and as he was dying, his last words were, “In the name of Christ, stop.” Then a strange thing began to happen. The gladiator stood looking at the tiny figure lying there in the sand. A hush fell over the Colosseum. Way up in the upper tiers, a man stood and made his way to the exit. Others began to follow. In dead silence, everyone left the Colosseum. And that was the last battle to the death between gladiators in the Roman Colosseum. Never again in the great stadium did men kill each other for the entertainment of the crowd. And all because of one tiny voice that could hardly be heard above the tumult. One voice that spoke the truth in God’s name.
It may take such a voice above the tumult to heal our country. Even the Romans got that.