Illegal immigrants are to be excluded from the new version of the U.S. Census, by fiat order of President Donald J. Trump.

It all has a carnival air about it. One half expects a field of white mist to roll out of the sidelines of the stage while martial Laibach music thunders on the industrial-strength quad speakers.

Trump’s goal is not only to marginalize the illegals, but to make himself look good at any cost — presidential, even. His tactics, varying over time but integral in intent and purpose, show him as a man who is unwilling to compromise in any except the most dire of cases. Compromise, a talent of the average politician, brings a frown to his face.

The Art of the Deal, Trump’s 1980s book on making deals in real estate and getting things built, was read by me in high school. I bought it at the book store, being one of the people who directly enriched the Donald. I enjoyed the book; thought it was well-written and even charming. The thing about The Art of the Deal is it shows a man willing to work for charity. In it, Donald is building an ice rink for the city that has been behind in construction for several years and is burning a hole in the city’s pocket. Donald gets it built on-time and on-budget, a spectacular achievement in a unionized city where not getting to sit on your ass is grounds for a union grievance. The Donald Trump who stars in political drama in the 2020s is nothing like the Donald Trump of the book. The book’s version is suave, intelligent, nuanced. The real life version is crude, cunning, lucky. It takes two to tango.

It begs the question: Is Trump REALLY a politician? He works in the political arena, so you might say, axiomatically, he must be.

But his borderline unacceptable behavior (not criticizing him; just making a neutral observation) is such that no real politician would be caught doing it. Trump’s success comes both because of his audacity in life and because of his refusal to play game by others’ rules. It is no surprise that in the high-media-age of the 21st Century, the new lord is a New York media-pit snake charming press baby.

Trump’s appeal lies in his bluff honesty. When he blasts the “fake media,” he isn’t just mouthing words — he really hates them. When he says something is “big, beautiful” he is using rotund words that fully describe the arc of his positive emotions for the subject. Trump is alive. In contrast to walking dead-man Joe Biden and prissy View applicant Kamala Harris, he is thrumming with life — and an interesting life it is too. There is very little about the Donald that is boring, dull, recalcitrant. That is why his age doesn’t matter and why it is so laughable to claim the man is senile, the way some on the Left have. He shimmers in time and space. He leaves his mark wherever he goes.

On Ukraine, Trump has stepped back a pace from his initial negotiating position, which was admittedly harsh. But that’s “the Art of the Deal,” where you are prepared to walk away from the table if you don’t get something you really want at a reasonable price.

Trump is a New Yorker through and through. He’d bargain with a Girl Guide over her charity cookies if he could. His actions throughout his public career, including “putting economic pressure on Canada” to join the U.S. (twisting Canada’s arm), speak of a firm negotiator who is not dogmatic in his positions.

Trump contains within him the possible seeds of greatness, if he can avoid getting in legal trouble by overstepping the Constitution’s grounds. I think he knows this, which is why he probably passes his actions by his lawyers all the time. A prudent thing to do.

Politics is partly about loyalty. The loyalty of your followers can be tested by how far you can abuse them. The Donald hasn’t abused his followers very much, but I suspect he could drag them through mud by the neck and not lose more than 15%.

The loyalty of the press is a fickle thing. It is another thing entirely from the loyalty of your followers. The president gets points from the media for being entertaining and diverting, but loses them for his right-wing beliefs (such as calling migrants illegal immigrants, or saying they come from shitholes — both statements which are intrinsically true).

The war of ideas washes up on the Potomac at the offices of the Washington Post, where Jeff Bezos’s rag is busy stirring up its “Democracy Dies In Darkness” mantra in the hopes of generating renewed sales. After losing subscribers over its failure to endorse a candidate in the 2024 presidential election, Bezos must be hoping against hope that his rag holds its ground in the remainder of the decade. By the 2030s he’ll be a walking cyborg with Musk-owned-Starlink uplink capacity to his brain so it won’t matter by then, now will it? Only time will tell.

A hundred years ago today (1925), Adolf Hitler was busy building up his political organization, with a new Nazi newspaper and new followers hypnotized by his beer hall speeches. Donald Trump is no Adolf Hitler — Hitler’s strident urgency crushes Trump’s geeky wheedling voice, and Trump’s “Fight! Fight! Fight!” declaration upon being struck in the ear by an assassin’s bullet pales beside Hitler being caught in an explosion at a meeting, when a bomb went off within meters of his form.

The Völkischer Beobachter newspaper became a daily in 1923.

But I think the Hitler example has examples we can learn from as we peer into our crystal ball for the remaining 3 years of Trump’s presidency. As the war went badly for his people, Hitler retreated from public life, only to immerse himself in the micromanaging of the conflict (a horrendously bad decision; as he forbade retreat on the Eastern Front even for tactical reasons and declared war on the United States for the worst of all possible reasons following Pearl Harbor). Trump has yet to face a shock that would force him to retreat from reality, but he is already assiduously avoiding the mainstream media coverage of him that tends toward mockery and derision, hiding his eyes from its sight. The MSM has gone a bit soft on the president, it is true. But not so soft that they have fundamentally changed their position.

Hitler’s life was marred by great failures. Trump’s failures may be yet to come. His bold strokes and sheer good luck (the 2021 insurrection at the Capitol, for example) make it seem that he is immune from the shit that sticks to other men; but, perish the thought, he is not. Trump is likely to overreach presidentially some time in the near future, and when he does, the Supreme Court or Department of Justice will have to act decisively against him. Sic gloria transit mundi.

The illegal immigrants, or Dreamers as the MSM churlishly likes to preen them into being, cannot be faulted for wanting to be in the United States. They truly do come from shitholes — places where clean water is not guaranteed, where tropical microorganisms swarm over everything you touch, where uncleanliness and poverty march hand-in-hand under the sublime stars. They are dreaming for something greater. They are dreaming of air-conditioning urbanity in Santa Fe and Phoenix and Los Angeles and Brownsville, Tx. Across a wide swath of the Southwest Sunbelt a new mestizo uprising is happening silently under our noses. It is peaceful so far, because they would be crushed if they raised a finger against the gringo ICE forces, but it is a change in demographics they hope to make permanent by their raising of large families and repatriation of family members to the country to stand beside them in their new quasi-desert aqueducted homes.

Who is the Dreamer? He is a man of poor education and broken English and nut brown skin, unlike the pure lily-white Spaniards who make up 28 million of Mexico’s 131 million people. The whites aren’t leaving Mexico. They like it fine in Mexico City and Guadalajara. It is the mestizo element that leaves — Indian with a varying smidgeon’s worth of white blood in them.

Mexicans and Central Americans who come to the Southwest don’t like the blacks very much. They think they are lazy. There is zero racial camaraderie across racial lines. For those who think all minorities stick together, think again. There could be a racial plan to eliminate all hispanics and negroes and the two groups would remain at each other’s throats throughout.

United States big business — from chicken-hacking plants to lush, rolling farm fields of agribusiness purview — is staunchly in favor of the hispanic invaders. Not only that, the rich get cheap groundskeepers, handymen, maids and cooks for their estates, ones who are more bound to the new hacienda than they ever were to the old.

Plus horny old white men like Arnold Schwarzenegger get to plow the vaginal furrows of their female employees, an added side-benefit.

Schwarzenegger calls the invaders “hot.” As in chili-pepper emotionally hot. The Times noted this with neutral face, as the hispanics themselves were not displeased with the designation. When Schwarzenegger was governor, the illegals were pouring across the porous border. A shitty wire fence is no barrier at all.

Schwarzenegger went on the chick-gabbing-fest show The View to gently propound his view in support of legal immigration. The chicks thereon were not appreciative. The liberal charade that is most television is as biased as the imagination could make it, and then some, but The View takes it to a ludicrous limit.

conclusion

Trump has been lucky so far. But he is a polarizing figure who has earned the undying enmity of some very powerful people. One wrong misstep and he plunges through the ice into frozen water, a current that will carry him away then to Never-Never Land. Don’t count out the Donald, but don’t assume invulnerability either. The die could land on a deadly 1 or a blessed 6. It’s all up to the stars to decide.