Trump's super macho white swashbucklers want the kind of action they witnessed on CNN when we bombed the hell out of Iraq twice to show the world how tough we are. They want to watch “American Sniper” and “Lone Survivor” over and over again on cable TV and feel their spines tingle with pride every time another fucking Muslim buckles and gushes blood in violent death, and find their tears pour when one of our heroes goes down in a blaze of glory. These guys drive those monster pickups with gun racks and flags flying and “Make America Great Again” bumper stickers. They wear hats and T shirts with the same quote wrapped around stars and stripes. Some of them own tattoos and dress in a kind of biker/convict/military camouflage culture and shave their heads and grow Fu Man Chu goatees and maybe lift weights, and when they walk toward you on the street they look like they “mean business goddammit!”
You'd better step aside if you're some Left or Right Coast pussy, if you look like you read a big city newspaper that morning and question your government and don't stick your chest out and scowl, you know, “looking tough, looking bad, looking like you know how to handle a rifle or pistol and shoot a wild animal, without a guide at your side, or in some cases WITH a guide, like that tough looking big game hunter son of Donald Trump.”
Proud of that dude! Like Teddy Roosevelt taking home copious pelts of big game from his numerous safaris proving his manhood and characterizing America as cowboy tough, bloody tough, conqueror of all kingdoms!
We want John Wayne, a really tough white guy who made great heroic tear rending bloody war movies but never served, of course, and then, when the war ended, joined Joseph McCarthy and Roy Cohen (Trump's original mentor) in our disgraceful red scare, sabotaging fellow members of the film industry who did not denounce those suspected of communism, including Dalton Trumbo, famous screenwriter and novelist as well as combat journalist.
Kind of like our blustering blowhard draft dodging President elect, and ex Yale cheerleader George W. Bush, a really super macho kind of Texan who managed to get into the air national guard in 1968 when nobody could get in, and swaggered off that jet plane onto an aircraft carrier in full aviator gear and declared victory, only to end up bogging us down in two deadly wars in Iraq and Afghanistan (UNPAID FOR) that did more damage to our national ego and economy than we'll ever know.
These days he paints and rides his bike with wounded vets of those wars. Tough guy.
We haven't won a war in over70 years. Most of these super macho pseudo masculine tough white guys who adore Trump and showed up at his rallies snorting fire and railing against immigration and wanting to wall off our borders to Mexicans wouldn't dare join the military and place themselves in harm's way, no, why not let those poor wanna-be-so-called rapist/criminal Mexicans earn their citizenship by joining up and doing the dirty work and putting their nothing-to-lose immigrant asses on the line.
Hell, the American military, in a country far exceeding 300 million people, practically has to beg and bribe and lower standards to get anybody to serve in this rough and tumble country full of tough guys spitting fire, waving those flags, toting those guns, driving those monster trucks up on the asses of Priuses and mini wagons with Clinton/Kaine stickers.
And then there are the old paunchy graying white guys, hanging out in small town cafes or big city IHOPS and Denny's or in a booth at McDonald's at 6 in the morning, or in one of those new age coffee houses full of quinoa nibbling, computer banging caffeine freak hipster types, scowling at these pansies and rehashing how hard they worked and tough they had it growing up as spawn of the greatest generation, where the most glorious cornucopia of opportunity and free education and easy living was ever presented to any generation in any civilization, and yet they have turned into this petulant angry spoiled all-of-a-sudden tough white tribe itching for a good fight—as long as THEIR kids and grandkids don't have to go!
Well, they have Trump now, and his new militarily power-packed cabinet full of tough old white guys rivaling those chicken-hawk war mongers from George W. Bush's cabinet, and supposedly we're going to get tough on those Russians and Cuba and Iran and our allies, we're going to break treaties with mealy-mouthed weak sister Europe and make 'em pay for NATO and rattle our sabers and show these mollycoddles whose tough, because by God, even if we are a living breathing fat farm of malcontents led by an ignorant demagogue leading us on a path to fascism, we are once again going to be the biggest meanest bad-asses on the block.
Ha ha ha.