Donald Trump and Jesse Ventura

(This is not a political blog, so feel free to skip this posting and anything like it. A political posting here is only an occasional aberration, and you won’t miss much. Politics does not hold that much interest for me, and it probably doesn’t for you, either.  I routinely skip the political essays in The New Yorker magazine.  It’s not about aggravation, it’s about boredom.)

I generally believe that people are entitled to select the government they want to live under, even if I don’t agree with it. They should be aware, however, that all governments are one-way streets. You can go down them, but you can’t come back.

I don’t disagree with Trump’s policies if that is what the majority want, but I am afraid he sees the presidency as a prize, not a job, and he will quickly lose interest once he realizes what he got himself into. When a giant in the corporate world merely suggests something, many very dedicated employees jump to get it done. When a politician suggests something, an army of entrenched special-interests rises up to oppose it, and the politician has to coax a majority of them around by a compromise. The rule is everybody gets something, nobody gets everything.  Most importantly, nobody’s ego gets bruised. This doesn’t sound like Donald Trump.

The mantra of politics is to flatter everyone.  Hold your nose and name a bridge after your opponent.  Find something to praise. Progress is made inch-by-inch.  Few enjoy this challenge. (Obama doesn’t seem to.) The two jobs require very different temperaments, and the corporate giant in a political arena soon quits trying. Only the election has a clear winner, and after that, its all down-and-dirty. That’s why it is important to elect an experienced politician who understands and enjoys the nature of the job.

Donald Trump reminds me of Jesse Ventura in Minnesota. Jesse was seen as just another crude TV wrestler—until he won the intellectual credentials of the governorship, a prize he held over his head like a championship belt. But Jesse had no stomach for the day in, day out job of a governor, and he declined to run for a second term. Why bother? He already had the prize.



About Roger Walck

My reasons for writing this blog are spelled out in the posting of 10/1/2012, Montaigne's Essays. They are probably not what you think.
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