It’s drawing to a close, maybe. Come next Tuesday, you can start packing up, maybe. It sure looks like the “Other” will be moving into the neighborhood, maybe.
Of course, I’m sure you are aware that you still have an ace up your sleeve in the National Security Presidential Directive (NSPD) 51, which allows you to declare martial law in the event of a “catastrophic emergency.”
A catastrophic emergency is defined, among other things, as anything that adversely affects our economy, and the current meltdown is certainly doing that. Or, you could manufacture a justification for an attack on Iran. Hell, a manufactured justification got us into Iraq, so one more shouldn’t make any difference. Besides, you’ve got to burn up more money so you can spike Social Security.
Not that it’s that necessary that you do so. No matter who wins on Tuesday, the Beltway playpen will continue unchanged, and the bureaucratic momentum your administration has created will continue unabated. The spirit of the Big Dick will continue to occupy his catacomb, hatching its little schemes.
Nothing will change, nothing will be repealed. If anything, the screws will be continued to be tightened, Congress will be as impotent as ever and a hubric paranoia will continue to drive our foreign policy.
Just as you can’t suck a turd back up an asshole, so will it be impossible to undo all that you have done. Your legacy is secure.