My esteemed co-blogger chose the perfect metaphor yesterday. The media circus had gone out of control and yesterday, President Trump cracked the whip and brought the performers back in line. Check out the cover of the New York Post.
Donald Trump is unique in many ways. He speaks in a blunt, unaffected way that sends reporters into fits. These are people used to taking down trite, ten-word soundbites that can easily be inserted into their pre-written narratives.
Trump doesn't play that game.
He also engages the reporters individually, completely turning the tables on them. For years reporters have abused their position, using it to pepper their targets with pointed and leading questions, forcing them to respond to the pre-determined political narrative. Trump not only disputes the premise, he attacks the motives and integrity of the reporters themselves, rightly questioning their credibility and exposing them for the Democrat operatives with bylines that they truly are.
By the way, once upon a time, this was the norm, not the exception. The advent of television and radio briefly gave reporters a sense of unearned power and privilege which successive generations have squandered in their ignorance and laziness.
Back in the day, reporters had high-school educations and worked their way to the top through years of diligent effort. Only the most seasoned and experienced would be allowed to cover the tough beat. Now matters of national interest are covered by princely children of the rich and powerful. Otherwise unemployable Chelsea Clinton made six figures airing incompetent news reports no one watched.
I think the legacy media figured they had Trump on the ropes with their invented "chaos" narrative and the fact that for the first time since taking office, Trump had made no major announcements. Yesterday he set them straight.
Watching a replay of the new conference, I was reminded of a powerful and seasoned lion being tormented by arrogant cubs with scarcely more than their milk teeth.
They chomped on his tail, tugged at his mane and assumed his lack of a reaction meant that they had won and he feared them. The he stood up, shook them off and walked calmly to the water hole to drink his fill. A few followed to challenge him, but he absently batted them away and resumed his contemplation under the shade of a tree.
Trump's exposition on the situation with Russia was particularly apt. Anyone who remembers the Reagan years was laughing out loud as he recited the dangers of nuclear war and how much better it would be if Russia and the United States could cease being strategic rivals.
And yet now the left is screaming for him to pick a fight with Vladimir Putin because John Podesta fell for a phishing scam. One of the (many) reasons I voted for Trump was because I feared that Hillary's incompetence mixed with insecurity and a desire to show she was as tough as any man would lead her into a pointless strategic confrontation with Russia.
Long-time readers of this blog know I yield to none in my zeal to use military power, but can we at least kill all the Islamic terrorists first before moving on nuking Moscow? One fight at a time.
It was a long-time coming. I enjoyed it tremendously.