"I just want to find 11,780 votes."
(By American Zen's Mike Flannigan, on loan from Ari.)
It's like something out of a dystopian sci fi or alternate history novel, isn't it?
Imagine a rejected ending for Sinclair Lewis', It Can't Happen Here in which President Windrip, instead of being overthrown and placed in exile, runs for a second term in 1940, handily loses the election then contests the results. Or imagine a still-living President Charles Lindbergh contesting the 1944 election results in Philip Roth's, The Plot Against America.
Yet, the question must be asked: If we're living literally in something originally cast as cautionary tales, then why aren't we heeding more seriously the lessons being imparted to us by a radical right wing that's bound and determined to subvert not just the 2020 election but the very foundation of our Democratic Republic?
Yesterday, Donald Trump essentially continued his stalking of Republican Georgia Secretary of State Brad Raffensberger by calling him and waylaying him for an hour with a series of vague threats, wheedles, cajoling, insults and pure unadulterated flop sweat. As calls between Republicans often are, both men had at least one attorney present on their respective ends of the call. On Trump's end was Cleta Mitchell, a right wing shyster and turncoat who's either a Johnny-Come-Lately to the clown convention that is Trump's legal team or had successfully flown under the radar. For good measure, there was also Kurt Hilbert, another right wing shyster. On his end, Raffensberger was accompanied by Ryan Germany, his own legal counsel.
The call was frightening to listen to in so many ways and on so many levels. And if we were as frightened as we should be by it and this ongoing cautionary tale written for us by dead men far wiser than most living ones today, we'd be invoking the 25th amendment right now to remove Trump from office before he does any more damage in the next 17 days.
As with his legal strategy and his entire purloined "presidency", he was vague, rambling and his strategy of dealing with Raffensberger over the phone hadn't seemed to evolve since the previous times he'd called him to harangue him about the same election results. The transcripts and especially the recordings of the call should frighten us more because he shows Trump even more raw and unvarnished, as usual, in the first draft, without being sanded and smoothed over by a small army of White House flaks.
The title of this article comes from Trump himself- "I just want to find 11,780 votes."
President-elect Joe Biden won Georgia by 11,779 votes.
In so many words, Trump was essentially asking Raffensberger to fudge the election results and Trump would've been perfectly happy winning the state by just one vote, which in itself is part and parcel to your typical Republican strategy- To win by 1% or, in Trump's case, by one vote, then crow about it being a "mandate." Forget the fact that Georgia's 16 electoral votes would still keep him hopelessly out of reach of a second term, with 58 more electoral votes still being needed for just a tie.
He sounded as if he was coming apart at the seams, in real time, during a live call. It was the audio version of watching a sand castle melting down to a nub when the tide comes in at day's end. Trump yelled about ballots being scanned three times, about dead people voting, ballots being shredded, you name it. It was the sound a man makes when he sinks his own ship and is about to go down for that dreaded third time.
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