I care nothing about the kaleidoscopic Russian Picasso sketch the media has frantically painted around Trump. I wouldn’t even care much if it were all true. After all, Putin is entirely indifferent to the lives of me and my loved ones. Whereas the menagerie of the American left would prefer both were brief and miserable. The fact is nation doesn’t mean country–even when you hydraulically press a dozen of the former into one of the latter.
But, of course, Russia-Trump hasn’t been proved true at all in any meaningful sense. It is rather a ceaseless simulacrum of lib spy fantasies put to political purpose. All of which, we can recall, were originally breathed to life as a frivolous attempt to deflect the content of certain unsavory Podesta Emails.
As in most political theater, the plot disintegrates into camp the instant one puts its premise into everyday context. For instance, if…
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