Dana Milbank is a Huge Part of the Problem

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In the 2016 election, columnists and reporters like Dana Milbank wrote endlessly about how fucking horrible Hillary Clinton was and that’s why, in no small part, we ended up with Trump.

Here, Milbank uses his real estate on The Washington Post’s website to launch a demeaning attack on Senator Elizabeth Warren that will help contribute to the media’s emerging narrative that she is a shrill, unfunny woman who makes horrible choices that men won’t like so no one should vote for her, ever:

Poor Elizabeth Warren.

She took President Trump’s bait and submitted to a DNA test to demonstrate her Native American genealogy — and, in so doing, may have doomed her presidential campaign before it began. Now the Massachusetts senator is not only enduring Trump’s “Pocahontas” insults(at least when he’s not calling another woman “Horseface”) but also being disparaged by Indian tribes.

“Senator Warren is undermining tribal interests with her continued claims of tribal heritage,” proclaimed the Cherokee Nation, decrying her “inappropriate and wrong” use of a DNA test, a “mockery” that dishonors “legitimate” tribal citizens.

Ouch. But I can understand why the Cherokees — and indeed all people of good taste — might wish to disavow Warren: It’s the crab mayonnaise.

Among the many unfortunate results of Warren’s recent DNA test suggesting she’s somewhere between 1/64th and 1/1,024th Native American by ethnicity: It inevitably draws attention to her contribution to the ’80s cookbook, “Pow Wow Chow: A Collection of Recipes from Families of the Five Civilized Tribes.” Under “Elizabeth Warren, Cherokee,” it lists five recipes, three of which were apparently cribbed from the New York Times and Better Homes and Gardens.

Worse, one of the recipes she submitted: “Crab with Tomato Mayonnaise Dressing.” A traditional Cherokee dish with mayonnaise, a 19th-century condiment imported by settlers? A crab dish from landlocked Oklahoma? This can mean only one thing: canned crab.

Warren is unfit to lead.

Yet it is difficult not to feel sorry for Warren. Though she doesn’t claim tribal membership, she clearly wants to be embraced. And so I extend an invitation to the senator to join my tribe. Warren should become a Jew. As Trump said when asking for African American votes shortly before praising Confederate Gen. Robert E. Lee: “Honor us.”

Who else would get away with exhorting someone in public life to become Jewish so they can finally have good taste in fancy food than someone completely and utterly tone deaf about how sensitive people are to attacks of a racial, religious, or gender nature? Hey, maybe leave the Borscht Belt material on the back burner for a while, dumbass. There are real, actual Nazis curb-stomping people in New York City these days, so maybe leave it alone, okay?

Did you ever stop to think that maybe, just maybe, someone different from you is happy with who they already are?

This column is, of course, flat-footed and too clever by a half. Does any of this shit matter when we’re facing the destruction of American democracy? No, of course not. But, if you’re Dana Milbank, none of that matters because it’s more important to attack her for once putting forth a recipe featuring canned crab (oh, how our elites reveal themselves) and making a joke about how that disqualifies her from leading.

This sexist, sophomoric shit was everywhere when Hillary was running, and Milbank himself barely survived the “Mad Bitch Beer” debacle of his youth. And this is how they will bury her—they’re use that old “who would you rather have a beer with?” logic and come up with narratives like this one to demonstrate that it’s okay to vote for Trump again because, hey, at least he doesn’t eat disgusting things, right?

Senator Warren’s advocacy of American consumers, her law professor pedigree, and her ability to stand up to bullies makes her an easy target for someone like Milbank. The shortcomings of our elite press are evident every time Trump spews his puke funnel mouth in public behind the seal of the President of the United States of America. No one presents more of an existential threat to the the continued looting of the treasury and the destruction of the American Middle Class by Trump and his kleptocrats than Senator Warren. No one does more to reveal what a pant load of a useless life someone like Milbank has led as we watch our country sink into the morass of Trumpism.

And so it begins. The Hillarying of Senator Warren continues in the hands of a prominent writer who purports to write comedy for the Washington Post. Our elite media is about as useful as an open sore on a cold day.

The only thing I can conclude is that Yale really turns out some stinkers, doesn’t it?

Elizabeth Warren Fought Back Today

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My initial reaction to this was all wrong.

At first, I thought it was a mistake for Senator Elizabeth Warren to take a DNA test and release the results, pointedly telling Trump and his surrogates to stop using racist criticisms of her American heritage. After all, it’s not just Native-American heritage—it is wholly American to have a whole mix of nationalities and backgrounds. This is still America and you can be proud of who you are without having to bend the knee before a fool like Trump.

I thought, why play into his ridiculously small hands?

I was wrong.

Today, Warren did what everyone should do, and find a way to fight this bigoted son of a bitch in his own backyard. For this, we should be grateful because the only Democrat who will beat him is the one who is ready to fight him on every level:

Sen. Elizabeth Warren, D-Massachusetts, dogged by questions about her family ancestry, has been forced (by President Donald Trump) to take a DNA test, a test that reveals she very likely has Native American ancestry, six to 10 generations back.

Case closed! Well, not really. 

Remember when President Barack Obama, dogged by questions about whether he was an American citizen, was forced (by citizen Donald Trump) to release his long-form birth certificate? And how after that Trump still clung to the birther lie, for years? 

Expect the same with Warren.

He has already said, "who cares," when told about Warren's DNA results. Which suggest that Trump's race-baiting "Pocahontas" riff was never about an actual DNA test. Like the birther lie, the point of the Pocahontas riff, is likely white identity politics, a strategy that Trump has used to great effect -- the goal is to get voters to think about their race and their status.

When conservatives defend Trump against claims that his Pocahontas riff is racist, they say, the real point of the nickname is to highlight that Warren claimed minority status to get jobs at elite institutions. In other words, she used affirmative action to get a job she didn't deserve. And affirmative action, of course, has long been a hobby horse of conservatives.

If we’re going to beat Trump, we have to locate where he has set up shop in the gutter and fight tooth and nail. Nothing should be off limits at this point because he has literally apologized for being mean to Nazis who support him, and he has, literally, gotten into bed with corrupt and psychopathic world leaders who will stop at nothing to hold on to power.

This is not the time for high-minded appeals to lofty rhetoric. He called her a name, and she stood up to the bully and fought back. I’m going to get behind her because I’m tired of this shit, too.

Another Half-Assed Hurricane Response

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Did Trump schedule a rally near you? If not, then no one is coming to help:

It was two days after Hurricane Michael, and Eddie Foster was pushing his mother in a wheelchair down a thoroughly smashed street, his face creased with a concentrated dose of the frustration and fear that has afflicted much of the Florida Panhandle since the brutal storm turned its coast to rubble.

He was in a working-class neighborhood called Millville, where many residents said they were becoming desperate for even basic necessities. Mr. Foster, 60, and his 99-year-old mother had no car, no electricity. The food had spoiled in his refrigerator. The storm had ripped off large sections of his roof. He had no working plumbing to flush with. No water to drink. And as of Friday afternoon, he had seen no sign of government help.

“What can I do?” he said. “I’m not angry. I just want some help.”

This was the problem that government officials were racing to solve on Friday, as desperation grew in and around Panama City under a burning sun. Long lines formed for gas and food, and across the battered coastline, those who were poor, trapped and isolated sent out pleas for help.

Trump’s FEMA chief has so many ethical problems, it’s a wonder he still has a job (come to think of it, there are at least a dozen cabinet officials who are in just as bad of shape). People living in the hurricane-ravaged areas should remember one thing—when the GOP is in charge of things, corruption and greed come before everything else.

Complicating everything is the fact that there’s a governor’s race in Florida, and the current governor is running for a Senate seat. Add to that the situational clusterfuck that is the Trump Regime, and you have everyone running around, looking for a way to blame this catastrophe on Democrats.