Privatize the Presidency

The first week or so of President Trump's administration has produced its share of turbulence in the U.S. and around the world. Indeed, it as if the earth has begun to quake under the whole of the republic, though I could point to plenty of people who have been pointing out the increasing tremors for some time.

There has been a palpable change in the constitution of the nation, in which its hidden demons have been beckoned to the surface by the words and actions of the symbolic representative of the nation. 

The barely concealed forces of white supremacy, patriarchy, and privatization have finally migrated to the place beneath the looking glass, on full display in the office of the presidency. The way in which the president conducts himself, and the policies that his administration sets forth have the effect of crystallizing and amplifying the forces of their origin.

The ever-increasing chaos of the privatizers has entered the public halls of power so to speak, as opposed to lapping at them and influencing them from the fringes, and through revolving doors. Further, privatization needs more repression, as to steal something that is public requires the power to keep the public from taking it back, and more repression begets more privatization: one wishes to leave the body that subverts one's will.

And the privatizers are an opportunistic lot. Trump's allies watch the growing public chaos with trepidation: the chaos was only supposed to be economic and private, so that it could be somewhat controlled and plausibly denied!

The allies watch with glistening eyes; they salivate. Trump's fragmented constellation of political allies is producing enemies by the moment, both within and without. Who will be the first to roll the strongman, and therefore climb to the top of the garbage heap, where a multitude is ready to roll that person in turn? 

The networks of repression have been emboldened, but so too have their mirror opposite: the forces of revolution and the assertion of the oppressed, where excitement accompanies the spying of cracks and fissures.

I'm aware that I'm dumping a lot of different ideas here, some of them only vaguely connected, which will require further working out.