No, I won’t be watching Trump’s State of the Union address tonight. I will probably read the transcript so that I can properly comment on it. This had less do with Trump and more to do with my disgust with the dreary spectacle, a feeling that dates all the way back to the Clinton Administration. Kevin Williamson put it perfectly four years ago:
The annual State of the Union pageant is a hideous, dispiriting, ugly, monotonous, un-American, un-republican, anti-democratic, dreary, backward, monarchical, retch-inducing, depressing, shameful, crypto-imperial display of official self-aggrandizement and piteous toadying, a black Mass during which every unholy order of teacup totalitarian and cringing courtier gathers under the towering dome of a faux-Roman temple to listen to a speech with no content given by a man with no content, to rise and to be seated as is called for by the order of worship — it is a wonder they have not started genuflecting — with one wretched representative of their number squirreled away in some well-upholstered Washington hidey-hole in order to preserve the illusion that those gathered constitute a special class of humanity without whom we could not live.
I used to fisk the SOTU but it’s gotten tiresome. Every President promises things he can’t possibly deliver, boasts about things he deserved little to no credit for and basks in the undeserved adulation of his party. Trump has only put that into slightly sharper focus. If he said he would go up there and stand silently while tweeting the whole thing, I might actually warm to the guy.
Occasionally, I have tuned it to see the response of the opposing party. But this year, the Democratic Party — have sensed the mood of the people turning against the establishment, against oligarchs, against entrenched power — have gone with … Joe Kennedy. Yeah, another damned Kennedy. In this case, a Kennedy who is vehemently anti-marijuana to boot.
So double no thank you.