His congressional troops are hopelessly bogged down and surrounded by sanity in Obamagrad, but Der Führer is seemingly convinced that sheer will to victory can overcome. Accordingly, the unhinged strategist in chief has, for public consumption and in the past 24 hours, sent three frantic dispatches to the Eastern front:
Some might note that for the besieged fools to bust out of Obamagrad, dynamiting the Senate's filibuster rule, as Trump urgently advises, would do no good whatsoever. Each of the three anti-Obamacare bills that recently went down in the Senate — skinny repeal, clean repeal, McConnell's replacement — was subject to a simple-majority vote. In fact virtually everyone has noted this. So, odds are, even the rabid, drooling fanatic in the Oval Office is aware that his strategic goadings are altogether irrelevant — except in the service of further bamboozling the homefront rubes.
A fresh, exceedingly narrow push at overwhelming obfuscation and deliberate misdirection (his base will believe anything), appears to be one of the legs of Trump's new strategic triad. The second leg is that of internal threats: "If a new HealthCare Bill is not approved quickly," Trump also tweeted, "BAILOUTS for Insurance Companies and BAILOUTS for Members of Congress will end very soon!" The last and much newer leg — the immensely critical leg — stems from the second: all-out war with his own party. In his desperate need to blame others for his failures, Trump never runs out of discovered enemies.
A day or two ago I heard a reporter on cable news say — brace for this — that she had been hearing the following from Republican pols (which, absent a transcript, I'm paraphrasing): What's happening? Why is Trump doing so much damage to our party?
Such indignation is amusing. Throughout Trump's real estate and casino career he suckered and screwed just about every partner. On the campaign trail he signaled similar intentions in his poetic readings of "The Snake," whose moral concludes: "'I have saved you,' cried the woman. 'And you've bitten me, heaven's why? You know your bite is poisonous, and now I'm going to die.' 'Oh, shut up, silly woman,' said the reptile with a grin. 'You knew damn well I was a snake before you took me in.'"
Well projected, Donald. But in your new strategic triad, you have overlooked the fourth and final move by your enemies: They can impeach your venomous ass.