By Kevin D. Williamson
Sunday, September 17, 2017
Wimpy strikes again.
Everybody knows the Wimpy proposition: “I will gladly pay
you Tuesday for a hamburger today.” In the old Popeye cartoons, no sensible
person gave Wimpy a hamburger in exchange for his promised future payment.
Wimpy was a bum, and everybody knew it.
They sure as hell did not make him president.
Offering credit is the definition of a risky business,
and learning to hedge your risks is both an art and a science. When I was in
college, I had a friend who owned a used-car lot, one of the low-rent kinds
with a sign out front saying: “Buy Here Pay Here.” Credit on easy terms. In
walked a prospect one day who had been eyeing an old beater of a 280ZX. He
finally talked himself into it, put down his modest down payment, and drove
away happy. I was skeptical.
“That guy is a bum,” I told my friend. “You’ll be lucky
if he makes one payment.”
“Yeah,” he replied, with an inscrutable little gleam in
his eye. “But I’ve sold that car nine times. I can sell it ten times.” The down
payment would more than cover the cost of repossessing the car in case my
estimate of the buyer proved accurate. The seller’s risk was basically $0.00.
That’s why he had a house, a new car, and a couple of boats to his name while I
had about 60 hours of undergraduate English coursework to mine.
I wouldn’t have bought a used car from Dick Nixon, but I
might vote for that small-town used-car dealer for president. He wasn’t a
strategic genius, but he wasn’t a sucker, either.
Donald J. Trump sold himself to voters as a masterful
practitioner of the art of the deal. He presented himself as a tribune of the
plebs, who through the democratic process deputized him to make deals on their
behalf. Perhaps it did not occur to them that they were making a deal with
Trump, too — and a pretty poor one at that. They never asked themselves what it
was that Trump wanted out of his electoral transaction with them.
What Trump wanted was to be president of these United
States and to be seen as successful in that endeavor. Once you’ve gold-plated
all your toilets and married the Slovenian model and hosted a game show but still
have not earned the respect of the people whose good opinion you desperately
crave, that’s what you do: run for office. My own view is that if we had to
have a pathologically vain megalomanic Manhattan businessman, we’d have been
better off electing somebody with real money, like Mike Bloomberg, or skipping
the pathological stuff altogether and going with David Koch.
But we went with Trump. Hooray for us.
Trump made a lot of preposterous promises, one of which
was getting tough on illegal immigration by, among other things, building a
wall to be paid for by Mexico and ending the Obama-administration policy of
offering amnesty to certain illegal immigrants who came to the United States at
a relatively young age. Trump, a longtime patron of Chuck Schumer and a donor
to a rogues’ gallery of Democratic politicians, promised that he could make a
deal with congressional Democrats and finally get control of our borders. The
details were absurd, of course — deporting every illegal immigrant and then
re-importing most of them after a legal process — but the underlying impetus to
do something about our porous borders was sensible enough. Trump could work out
the details later: But, first, we had to make him president — on a Tuesday, as
it turns out.
“I will gladly pay you . . . someday . . . for the
presidency today.”
Trump has run into trouble, mostly as a result of the
fact that he does not know what he is doing and is too lazy to learn how to do
the job. He has made an ethic of willful ignorance, and as a result he failed
to get some relatively easy things done: In spite of what you hear on talk
radio and from the talking mouths on cable news, Republicans do want to repeal
the Affordable Care Act. But that’s a big piece of domestic policy that
requires presidential leadership of the sort that Trump is simply unable to
offer, having given no serious thought to the question other than to say that
he’d prefer a “great” and “terrific” system to the current one, preferably at a
lower price. How do get that done without raising taxes to fund new subsidies —
while keeping the expensive and market-distorting but very popular
preexisting-conditions rules — is non-obvious. Congressional Republicans under
the leadership of Mitch McConnell and Paul Ryan, two very fine opposition
leaders who so far have not shown themselves to be very adept at governing,
were unable to coalesce around a credible alternative to the ACA — or even
around a non-credible alternative. End result: humiliating failure.
Mitch McConnell and Paul Ryan, lifelong Republicans both,
are familiar enough with humiliation. Trump can barely endure it; he care
barely endure a critical word from Joe Scarborough without flying into a
conniption. And so he was driven by his vanity and his thin skin into the arms
of Nancy Pelosi and Chuck Schumer, desperate for something to put into his “W”
column and create the impression that he actually is getting something done.
Immigration was his hallmark issue, and “getting tough”
was his only agenda. That commitment didn’t even survive the summer. Now,
instead of repealing Obama’s executive amnesty, Trump aims to lean on Congress
to make it the duly enacted law of the land, entrenching rather than removing
it. Suddenly, the man who launched his campaign by thundering darkly about
swarthy Mexican rapists is smiling sunnily upon illegal immigrants. They’re
just a bunch of good kids who want to get an education, work, and contribute to
society. And rather than securing funds for his beloved wall, Trump now insists
that the wall already is under way, in the form of renovations to dilapidated
sections of existing fencing.
Underwhelmed Trumpkins are burning their “Make America
Great Again” hats.
What did they expect? Trump is a serial bankrupt who has
betrayed at least two-thirds of the wives he’s had and who lies compulsively —
who invented an imaginary friend to lie to the press on his behalf. He has
screwed over practically everyone who has ever trusted him or done business
with him, and his voters were just another in a long series of marks. They gave
him that 280ZX with no down payment — and no prospect of repossessing it until
2020 at the earliest. Poor Ann Coulter is somewhere weeping into her gin: “I
bet on a loser,” she explains.
It was a dumb bet.
With no market-oriented health-care reform and no hawkish
immigration reform and the prospects of far-reaching tax reform looking shaky —
even though Republicans exist for no obvious purpose other than cutting taxes —
Trump is still looking for his big win. Even those who were willing to suspend
the fully formed adult parts of their brains and give him the benefit of the
doubt are coming around to the realization that he has no beliefs and no
principles, and that he will sell out any ally, cause, or national interest if
doing so suits his one and only true master in this life: his vanity. He didn’t
get rolled by Pelosi and Schumer: His voters got rolled by him. That’s the real
deal.
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