53% of white women…who showed up to the polls…

About that oft-cited statistic in progressive discourse that “53% of white women voted for Trump”? I don’t like it. 53% of white women did not vote for Trump. 53% of white women, of those who bothered to show up to the polls, voted for Trump.

It’s not that I object to calling out white women for letting Trumpty Numpty squat in the White House. Of course we should be called out. My objection is that the 53% statistic is burying the lede. I have a very, very hard time believing that any non-trivial number of American white women voted for Obama in 2012 and then voted for Trump in 2016. The problem is more in those who didn’t vote at all in 2016.

(For the purposes of this argument, voting for third-party candidates is the same thing as not voting at all. If you could’ve voted for Hillary, and didn’t, you’re part of the problem.)

The rhetorical distinction matters because there are so fucking many progressive Americans who go around thinking inaction equals blamelessness. So they hear the “53% of white women voted for Trump” line and they think it isn’t about them because they voted for no one. Bullshit. The problem is in the number of progressive Americans who were eligible to vote in 2016 and did not vote for Hillary. Whether they voted for Jill Stein or Gary Johnson or wrote in the name of whatever inconsequential no-name putz Susan Sarandon told them to, or just stayed home and didn’t vote at all, that’s the number we should be talking about.

Batten down the hatches, comrades.

Okay, so, it seems Justice Anthony Kennedy is retiring this summer.

Well…Bitch McCandlehead has already established that the Senate can sabotage the president’s ability to appoint a Supreme Court judge if some of them don’t like the president, so I see no reason why we must accept Trumpty Numpty’s idea of a new justice simply because Justice Kennedy has had enough. Trumpty Numpty isn’t really a president, anyway. The US currently has no president. This is not 45, this is the missing administration. Trumpty Numpty and his cronies are squatting in the White House. So he shouldn’t have the privilege of filling a SCOTUS seat.

So…everyone with Republican Senators, lobby the fuck outta them to deny a hearing to any of the non-president’s choices for the new SCOTUS justice. And in November, we vote for Dems and make both houses of Congress super-extra-blue. When the Senate is majority-Democrat, Bitch McCandlehead can no longer be Senate Majority Leader. And then we lobby the fuck outta the new Senate to hold up a giant middle finger at any of the non-president’s choices for the SCOTUS seat. Keep on holding up a giant middle finger until the non-president accidentally pukes up the name of a liberal judge or until he’s no longer squatting in the White House.

The new Congress doesn’t have to impeach Trumpty Numpty. It’s cool if they do, but that doesn’t need to be our goal in this November’s elections. They just need to stonewall the non-president until 2020.

In 2020, we can make a fresh effort to elect a real president, and meanwhile Bitch McCandlehead can be sent home to cry in his wife’s lap following the unceremonious end of his career in public office.

In the meantime, I will ready my couch for women visiting from out of state to get abortions in Maryland.

We let this happen.

There’s an excerpt at NY Mag from Michael Wolff’s new book, Fire & Fury: Inside the Trump White House.

So…this is what happens when we let a reality-TV star go straight to a Presidential nomination with no prior political experience. I feel like we’re living in a satirical dystopian novel.

Even though the numbers in a few key states had appeared to be changing to Trump’s advantage, neither Conway nor Trump himself nor his son-in-law, Jared Kushner — the effective head of the campaign — ­wavered in their certainty: Their unexpected adventure would soon be over. Not only would Trump not be president, almost everyone in the campaign agreed, he should probably not be. Conveniently, the former conviction meant nobody had to deal with the latter issue.

As the campaign came to an end, Trump himself was sanguine. His ultimate goal, after all, had never been to win. “I can be the most famous man in the world,” he had told his aide Sam Nunberg at the outset of the race. His longtime friend Roger Ailes, the former head of Fox News, liked to say that if you want a career in television, first run for president. Now Trump, encouraged by Ailes, was floating rumors about a Trump network. It was a great future. He would come out of this campaign, Trump assured Ailes, with a far more powerful brand and untold opportunities.

“This is bigger than I ever dreamed of,” he told Ailes a week before the election. “I don’t think about losing, because it isn’t losing. We’ve totally won.”

And then as soon as the electoral victory actually went to him, Trumpty Numpty started thinking he totally deserved to be President. Not that he became any more interested in doing the work of running the country. Just thinking he’s entitled to have that power.

Seven Hells.

I think “political malpractice” should be a working concept. I think the Congressional GOP is continuing to perpetrate malpractice on us by giving Trumpty Numpty what he wants.

The way I see this administration is, we don’t really have a President. Trumpty Numpty is squatting in the White House. The Executive Branch is basically treading water now.

While I still can’t say for sure that impeachment would be a good thing, I must admit that I’m making my calculations differently since reading this excerpt. I’m open to discussion of whether letting Mike Pence be President until 2020 would be better than letting Trumpty Numpty keep on squatting until then.

Either way: vote more Democrats into Congress in 2018. Vote even more Democrats into the Senate in 2020. Vote the entire cast of this goddamn reality show to oblivion in 2020. Vote those sorry choads out.