The phrase “good Germans” refers to the Germans living in the Third Reich who enabled Hitler and his Nazi regime yet remained in denial that they were doing so. Or they did know, but they put on a show of respectability. They were “just following orders,” they’ll say, or they’ll claim they didn’t have a choice. The good Germans were liars: you always have a choice. And the “good Germans” of Trump’s America are no different.
Chris Hedges provides his perspective on Noam Chomsky’s view in which he favours Joe Biden over Donald Trump arguing that the public will have a greater ability to influence policy. Hedges also provides his assessment on voting for the lesser of two evils.
We’re thrilled to welcome tenacious election security advocate Jennifer Cohn, who was an early and brave voice in documenting the attacks on the 2016 election and the broader threat of vulnerable election infrastructure. We ran an excerpt last week for Patreon subscribers — here is the full interview where we ask Cohn what happened in 2016 and what safeguards have been taken since then to secure our election systems.
The level of Trump toxicity in my system makes it impossible for me to consume the RNC’s festival of fear and cynicism.
By Joan Walsh
I missed night one of the Republican National Convention. Deliberately. We’re all practicing some forms of self-care during the pandemic—that was mine. When I woke up, early, I saw “cocaine,” “Adderall” and “Cecily Strong” trending on Twitter, at least here in New York. In a way, that was all I needed to know.
I have no evidence that either glassy-eyed Donald Trump Jr. or his lovely companion, screaming fascist Kimberly Guilfoyle, were doing either drug. As my colleague Jeet Heer said after night one, it doesn’t matter—he blamed Trump’s strange countenance on “existential dread”; it was scary and disgraceful enough, without drugs being involved. The “Cecily Strong” suggestion—that the Saturday Night Live star play Guilfoyle—was completely on point.
It’s hard to believe the convention got worse after that, but it did. I tried to watch Tuesday night, but its cynical manipulation was even worse than Tuesday’s apocalyptic screeching. We had to watch the president of anti-Obama birtherism, the defender of Confederate statues, pardon a black man convicted of armed robbery who turned his life around. (To be fair, the man pardoned seemed genuinely moved, and grateful, but it was a political stunt nonetheless.) We had to watch a president who has made immigration tougher at every turn, who’s railed against “shithole countries,” naturalize five new citizens. I had to turn off the television and go to bed early, again.
Source: Why I Can’t Watch the RNC