Senior White House staff knew of the ongoing investigation into the IRS’s targeting of conservative groups ahead of the release of a report from a Treasury Department inspector general, White House press secretary Jay Carney said Monday, but held off on informing the president to wait for a final report.
With the knowledge of an investigation, the White House held to a “cardinal rule” that it should not get involved in an external investigation, Carney said during his daily briefing. “No one in this building intervened in an ongoing independent investigation or did anything that could be seen as intervening,” he said.
Okay, I think I get it. Obama suggested his regime and supporters take guns to knife fights…among countless other direct threats, veiled threats, semi-threats, joking threats…and the loyal IRS pulls out its .45 as suggested and begins blasting away.
And its targets aren’t criminals; they don’t even own knives…but are up to something far more sinister than mere violent crimes. These subversives who threaten the Republic are of such evil intent they warrant the most punitive actions.
My God, don’t let your kids read this. Their crimes: suggesting the Republic actually adhere to its founding principles, and, even worse, insist the country hold fraud-free elections.
Throughout history despots and thugs mastered the art of plausible deniability. Their slavish minions get it; they hang onto the ruler’s every word. They may be stupid but they’re not dumb. They curry favor, gain rewards and recognition while happily taking inferred but unspoken direction from their beloved godfather, emperor, potentate…or in our case, president.
The minions need little direct guidance knowing specificity might place their ruler in jeopardy. They hear the ruler’s speeches and read his website. They’re perceptive; they know what the ruler wants them to do. They do it.
Those minions closest to the throne, the ruler’s court, understand the unspoken rule: go forth and do the ruler’s dirty work but never let him know the ways, means or results. But the ruler knows and is thankful; he might even elevate the mindless loyalist to a higher status within the inner circle, perhaps an invitation to the next gala event in the White House will be forthcoming.
The minions understand their political existence and power base are tenuous; they’re the modern day Praetorian Guard, sworn to protect the emperor, uh, president, with little regard for themselves. They will fall upon their swords defending the ruler from onrushing hoards of investigators, special counsels, congressional committees…and one-time loyalists now betraying the ruler…a few rebellious traitors in the mainstream press.
The ruler winks and nods; attacks on the opposition magically materialize as if a sorcerer in the East Wing waves a magical staff or concocts a powerful potion. The ruler plays his flute and the cobra knows who to bite.
The ruler may survive early onslaughts of the barbarians…those hated ingrates from red state provinces on the fringe of the empire and their equally despised representatives at the Forum. The ruler surrounds himself with spokespersons, spinners and attorneys…all paid for with the people’s gold. His defenses are mighty, his minions fanatical, his propaganda machine finely tuned.
But, alas, all plausibly denying despots reach a certain end. Eventually the ruler’s defenses begin to crumble. The minions sense a change in the wind; the ruler is no longer infallible or all-powerful.
Perhaps a minion’s blind loyalty withers and he succumbs to the natural instinct of self-preservation. Another might fantasize a multi-million dollar tell-all book deal. Maybe a third casts her lot with a new emerging ruler.
Minions are a rather sorry bunch…their loyalty is situational, a relative term always subject to reevaluation and change.
The causal event is presently unknown; the timing uncertain. But the ruler’s last wink and nod will be from atop a gallows, figuratively or literally.
Always has been, always will be.