The massive hate crime against LGBT people carried out in Orlando by a legally armed government security contractor will likely have a blowback effect on Trump’s own bigotry-fuelled campaign. In the wake of a perceived “terror” attack on American soil, right wing pundits can be counted on to rally the troops around a rainbow flag on Cinco de Mayo with faux displays of solidarity and crocodile-infested tear ducts – if that’s what it takes to “bring down Islam”. And who better to shore up “bipartisan” consensus on expanding her war powers than the candidate who can charm Ellen Degeneres and the Joint Chiefs simultaneously? Trump’s “isolationist” tendencies would likely compel him to wage his “War On A Dead Self-Hating Homophobe” on the home front, rather than expand it globally on Bedouin populations living near gas pipelines, which makes him unfit to lead a mourning nation into a further foreign policy quagmire as required by the highest office holder in the world.
A lone Florida gunman just finished off what his own policies condoned: collective punishment of an ethnic minority. This latest assault on specifically targeted LGBT people, the majority of whom were Latino, provides an upfront and very personal view of the “collateral damage” wrought by carefully choreographed battle-bots slugging it out on the now corpse-strewn campaign trail. But it’s only Trump’s more bluntly articulated vision of hatred that is under scrutiny as the body count in Orlando is underway, since Clinton’s rhetoric is by design, imprecise and inconsistent, leaving more room for interpretation. It can “feel your pain” at a Pride event, while emitting an inaudible dog whistle to the attendees of a Klan rally. It promises the sort of ‘bipartisanship’ that will help launch ‘Operation Stonewall’ to flatten every civilian in “IS strongholds” from Orlando to Aleppo. Wherever they turn out to be, expect a “viral” photo of US marines hoisting a rainbow flag atop the next targeted Mideast moonscape.
And now that a quasi-military stormtrooper with peripheral ties to the State’s own security apparatus has handed Trump’s head on a platter to Lady Klynton-Sachs – a chief architect of IS, expect foil helmets to melt under an outbreak of heat rash. Based on their advanced mathematical formulae in the wake of the Paris attacks, you can bet that “two plus two equals hundreds of nightclub revelers staging their own deaths in a ‘False Flag’ operation to impose the ‘gay agenda’ on gun owners”. All uncomfortable questions regarding Omar Mateen’s links to law enforcement as an unwilling informant living in fear of his blackmailers exposing his sexual orientation, his shady-ass father with aspirations to the Afghan presidency, and his equally shady employer’s long history of hiring unstable, homicidal individuals will be fodder for the ‘troofer’ brigade, and buried under an avalanche of Op-eds making the case for violently imposed “tolerance”. Clinton, for her part, can only benefit from the “terror” label attached to an all-too-familiar hate crime made possible with easy access to assault rifles, as her potentially militarized response to it will be met with less resistance than a Trump-led round of Crusades.
We are conditioned to feel less squeamish – even “empowered” – by Clinton’s already blood soaked hands on the trigger. Should her willingness to commit war crimes be called into question, we can be secure in the knowledge that her official consort’s proven record of mass murder will put to rest any lingering doubts about her own appetite for destruction. “Billary” is a win-win for liberal feminists and neocons alike. (In terms of foreign policy, the difference between them is as thin as the crotch panel separating the future president’s Kevlar Spanx from her uniform Klingon pants).
The electorate, however irrelevant in the selection of a president, have proven time and time again that they will sign off on the most murderous of executive orders if the executive ordering it fits the criteria for a corporation’s “inclusive” hiring policies. “America’s Own Iron Lady” (as the headlines will undoubtedly gush in keeping with the false and ongoing narrative of a steely, “against the odds” contender proving victorious against an unstoppable nemesis) will do what Trump could never get away with: approve a nuclear strike. Trump’s short fingers on the clown nose button seems as unseemly as your grandpa in a studded latex gimp suit, as Dick Cheney will ruefully attest from the ‘Time Out’ corner of his Deep State dungeon.
Launch a soccer mom into space and call it “science”. Install Lady Macbeth into her husband’s vacated throne and call it “progress” – either way, it’s Empire as ‘Oprah’ – part and parcel of an ongoing marketing campaign to re-brand a global pariah to look like a yogurt commercial. And don’t believe for a moment that Clinton and Trump are battling it out for a high stakes White House win. The unfolding atrocity in Florida has just clinched an already done deal for the perennially presumptive and unofficially crowned nominee despite the continuing spectacle of her embattled claim to the throne. “Post-race” America might vote for a president who is the color of earwax, but the actual State will make sure he never steps foot inside the Oval Office.
Indeed the specter of Donald Trump shedding his orange dandruff and coughing up nylon hair balls on the world stage has always been a media-generated urban legend meant to ensure a seamless (beneath the surface) transition from one thoroughly vetted war president to the next. Trump’s candidacy remains a sideshow distraction at a lengthy coronation ceremony that will put the first woman in the White House; a marketing strategy that proved successful with President Obama’s “historic” victory for the Deep State duopoly. In light of Clinton’s slam dunk White House win, courtesy of the “assist” she received from an admirer in Florida, the Trump campaign is as dead as the thing on his head. So, rest easy, Trumpophobes. The fat lady is done singing, and is already signing the executive order to obliterate Yemen, making good on her promise to uphold gay rights.
