It’s good to get what you want done. Maybe. The task might be something awful. A Post-it note with “rob bank,” “steal insulin,” and “punch orphan” crossed out indicates a productive day, but it may not have been legally or morally impressive. Effectiveness and wisdom are rare companions. The ideal qualities are even harder to find in pairs during the prevalence of instantaneous personal media. What the hell is that supposed to mean, I tweeted faster than I could think.
Falling out of a helicopter involves rapid movement. It’s not what would be considered in a forward direction. As the guy who tried pickpocketing Chuck Norris learned, action does not always lead to making gains. We would ideally be getting both. Donald Trump gives neither, of course. Getting reckless things done more quickly turns out to not be beneficial.
Do something speedy enough and nobody will notice if it was worth doing. The rush to show he’s achieved something means no time to ponder. A president who’s swift in one sense of the word could be signing a bill to sell Arkansas to Belgium, and he’d be smirking too much to notice the loss of sovereignty. It’s not like he reads what he signed. Heck, he didn’t even thumb through the books he was supposed to have written.
America has been accelerating toward a wall. You’re only supposed to note how exciting the breeze feels. That last president confused action with production, which was just one of the ways he totally respected business. Barack Obama got what he wanted, and the reader may judge whether or not moving legislation necessarily conflates with improving the nation. If the reader needs help, it does not.
Being a transformative president may not be a good thing. Fire transformed Chicago into ashes, which is preferable to the job the last president’s lackey is doing as mayor. Trump’s predecessor worked to his utmost to make Americans feel guilty about being the best because its people are left alone. Similarly, shame about sticking up to international villainy was replaced with fervent kneeling. All that motion didn’t lead to as much tranquility as possible.
Circumstances improved only by comparison. Trump fans bristle because they don’t recognize the distinction between a lot of likes and the post’s quality. I feel like they’ve never heard of the Kardashians.
Popularity is rarely a sign of value. The fact most music and film is flaming garbage is merely one prominent example. The sheltered accounts providing shade to the president are the sort that feature bragging about YouTube views. Relatedly, any argument with someone very sanely claiming Trump’s accomplishments are being minimized because the establishment fear him will inevitably involve that person bringing up Twitter counts. A message is only worthwhile if lots of people encounter it, according to those who seemingly think Full House was quality television.
It’s bad enough they’re always people with the same number of followers and following. But having more people read something doesn’t mean it’s a worthwhile message. Look at the number of retweets Trump gets on semiliterate calls to burn down newspapers he has concluded are bigger enemies than Iran for an example in real time.
Trump’s amazing at anything, which you’d know if you listened to him. His core principle is that whatever he chooses will always be the best, which is an ideology of sorts. His vaguely liberal impulses paired with his unearned self-confidence lead to kinetic government. The energy shouldn’t be infectious.
Are you telling me that someone without an ideology has no proposals? Flailing splashes lots of water but isn’t as effective moving ahead as swimming. Crudely restating conservative positions he pretends to hold shouldn’t assuage anyone even if it got him to this point. The ADHD era has the right president. It’s quite a surprise nothing gets passed when Trump is distracted by squirrels.
In a presidency when advancing any legislation would be framed as progress, who cares about the text? Pretending circumstances have changed is part of voting for someone who has an awful lot of nasty things to say about conservative authors he’s never read. I’m as shocked as you that a showman’s fans are fine with nothing more than altering perception.
Getting something done is all that matters. Well, not really. But it’s all a frantic executive seeks. Trump just wants a pen to hold up. Ego-stroking goes with pedal-slamming. Shifting out of neutral would impress the car next to you at the red light. It should be easy to pass more showy legislation with his ostensible party on his side. Our effective dealmaking president can’t even manage that.
Lack of progress is fine if the organization is loathsome. It’s better to be pushing toxic waste against a wall than through a nursery door. Washington is best when inertia keeps everything still. The problem is that many crummy things need to be reversed. How are those delirious promises by an outsider to fix everything on the inside going? It’s no wonder winning didn’t make his most rabid fans less angry.
This quick disaster was predictable over time. Trump ruined every bit of Manhattan skyline he could with obnoxious black glass monstrosities while turning Atlantic City into the vacancy capital of the world. Moving the USFL to the fall was a type of motion. Boasting will distract from twitchiness. Drawing attention in the wrong way is something most of us learn around age four is ultimately unhelpful. As for getting to prekindergarten, it might take until term’s end to reach that maturity. Hurry up.