By Ben Shapiro
Wednesday, July 05, 2017
Just when you think things can’t get any stupider, they
do.
On Sunday, President Trump tweeted out a gif of himself
clotheslining someone, knocking him to the ground, and then pummeling him at an
old WWE event. In the gif, the head of Trump’s victim has been replaced with
the CNN logo, so Trump appears to be tackling and then beating the hell out of
the network he most despises, the one he has best used as a foil in his rise to
power. Trump’s CNN tweet followed on the heels of his tweets from last week, in
which he attacked MSNBC’s Mika Brzezinski and Joe Scarborough in the most
personal terms.
Trump supporters responded with unrestrained glee to much
of this: Trump was fighting back! CNN, meanwhile, responded with its typical
restraint and objectivity: Reporter after reporter declared that Trump’s tweet
didn’t merely represent an obvious breach of decency, an unpresidential and
apparently pathological outburst of spontaneous rage-tweeting; it promoted
violence, and Trump would have blood on his hands if some rogue follower picked
up a gun and decided to come after Brian Stelter.
Trump supporters responded to this outpouring of faux
rage from CNN by shouting about Kathy Griffin’s carrying around the bloodied
mock-head of Trump, Julius Caesar
presented by Shakespeare in the Park as an assassination of Trump, and Democrats
from coast to coast who have proclaimed that Trumpcare would end with grandma
being shoved off a cliff by Speaker of the House Paul Ryan.
In this kabuki theater, both sides are right and both
sides are wrong.
The media are right that the president is acting out in a
fashion that makes my three-year-old daughter’s tantrums seem mature by
comparison; Trump supporters are right that the media’s coverage is so wildly
corrupt and hysterical it makes Leo Bloom in The Producers look like Mother Teresa.
The media are wrong that their liberties are under some
sort of existential assault from a president who is merely mouthing off the way
he has his entire career; Trump supporters are wrong that all evils can be
excused by simply pointing at the latest media bad actor and gurgling
“WAAAAR!!!” at the top of your lungs.
So here we are: a media nobody trusts schoolmarming a
president who’s simply the class clown. Nobody looks good in this particular
fake wrestling match; the question is why anyone engages in it at all. After
all, we know that the match isn’t real. Trump so adores the media attention
that if CNN and the New York Times
were to stop covering him, he’d quickly set himself on fire outside their
offices. Likewise, if Trump were to stop tweeting, CNN would have to go back to
covering missing Malaysian airliners.
It’s a romance made in hell, but the ratings sure are
stellar!
Still, the question remains: Why does everyone treat this
game as if it’s being played for high stakes? Well, it’s entertaining, and
entertaining conflicts must have clear good and evil combatants. Because the
media are corrupt and Trump is immature, both sides must willingly blind
themselves to the faults of their favorite characters.
Thus, the Right deems Trump to be a virginal political
victim, a neophyte undeserving of his critics’ vitriol. Even better, he’s held
up as an unparalleled political genius, the voice of the people, the populist
revolutionary in the guise of the prince of the city, a sort of Bruce Wayne who
dons the cape of justice by night and tweets rage at the media by day, while
the music from The Dark Knight
thunders dramatically in the background. The halo effect from stopping The
Joker — er, sorry, Hillary Clinton — never fades in the eyes of Trump
supporters.
Meanwhile, the press overlooks its own participation in
the corrupted political–entertainment complex in order to paint itself as
thoroughly painstaking and objective in its work. Journalists see themselves —
and the Left flatteringly sees them — as warriors for truth, exposing light in
every dark nook and cranny of the Trump administration. They imagine themselves
in battered hats and trench coats, walking around in the rain looking for
evidence of dark deeds, the muckrakers uncovering the seedy side of Trumpanny
Hall. The halo effect from opposing Trump never dies for the fourth estate.
This Manichean dichotomy means that there’s no way for
any reasonable or tempered debate to emerge over proper behavior or coverage.
Instead, there’s glee for Trump’s base in watching Trump bring justice to the
streets of media Gotham, flinging Batarangs of acerbic nastiness at Mika
Brzezinski’s bloody face. And for the media, there’s similar glee in
proclaiming Trump an incipient Hitler, a Willie Stark who must be stopped
before he can transform into a real-life Huey Long.
All of this makes the political scene a lot more
entertaining, but also a lot less useful. While the drama of Trump vs. the
media is amusing, it’s not quite WWE-quality, because most people presume it’s real. We can find the WWE amusing
because we know it’s scripted. But if we believed it were real and were all of
a sudden rudely disabused of that notion, it would probably ruin the fun. The
same is true of our politics right now. The realization that Trump vs. the
media is overblown stupidity, half-scripted on both sides, makes the conflict
less compelling. The comedy becomes tragedy. After all, it’s easier to laugh at
the antics of the Undertaker than to laugh as the office of George Washington
and the industry of Ernie Pyle become punchlines.
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