Wednesday, September 2, 2026

Rivals in Make-Believe

No intelligent person who is not in the grip of a delusion believes that denial of the sex binary is the wave of the future. The only question is how many of those superficially intelligent Americans who claim to believe it are, in fact, in the grip of a delusion, and how many reckon this to be one more cultural-leftist fad which they had better ape for the nonce.

The pattern is the same for the non-binary fad's elder sibling, the trans-first fad. The proposition that there's no good reason to bar natal males from women's sports must have its true believers, but it certainly has its downstream swimmers. The Democratic congressman Seth Moulton, who had previously expressed concern about natal males' physiological advantages, reacted to the Supreme Court's approval of bans on their participation by skirting the substantive issue of physiological advantage that had troubled him before and declaring, "Every young person deserves the chance to learn and play sports alongside their peers without being targeted for who they are." Now it seemed that the only issue was a contest between bigotry and inclusivity. In the interim, Moulton had encountered the verbal equivalent of withering machine-gun fire from his left flank. (Yesterday, despite his ingratiating efforts, he lost a senatorial nomination to an incumbent whose left flank defied turning.)

This sliding away from concrete challenges to the refuge of abstract attitudes is an aspect of the political horseshoe that brings Left and Right cognitively nose-to-nose with only their touchstones to keep the twain from meeting. The result is a gang war between severely hopped-up gangs that drives sane people to distraction. Each gang's territory is a forbidding Neighborhood of Make-Believe (abject apologies to Mister Rogers).

The crazy make-believe of the Right is basically that of one man's mind propagated through a cult of personality. It has been attended to in this space more than once, and it will be attended to again.

There's a temptation to say that the crazy make-believe of the Left is also that of one man's mind, the man being Marx, but that would be inaccurate. The man is Lenin. Lenin's mind channeled Marx's earnest vision of economic classes into an opportunistic gamesmanship that has indirectly made the concept of class available for adaptation to various political adventures. It also transferred leadership of the Left from the working class to the intellectual class.

Thus, Lenin thought of his modernizing revolution as a proletarian revolution and of workers playing the leading role in the revolutionary movement. They do so, however, as represented by intellectuals or, as Lenin put it more often, by his Party or simply by "us." The introduction of "the Party" is generally seen as Lenin's major modification of or contribution to Marxism, but it does not merely add an organizational element that was absent in Marx's Marxism. Marx's social-democratic successors had added such an element long before Lenin did, but it continued to express Marx's concern with the working class. The introduction of Lenin's "party of a new type" involves a change of the ideology from a laborite ideology to one of intellectuals. The Party is, and "we" are, in Lenin's mind clearly distinct from the working class and must lead that class where it would otherwise not go. In short, it is intellectuals, not workers, who give direction to and lead the revolutionary movement.
— John H. Kautsky, 1994, Marxism and Leninism, Not Marxism-Leninism, p. 43

The people who participate in such a movement may pride themselves on cool objectivity (at least their predecessors did so), but opportunistic adventures breed conceptual invention and, in time, the passion of rank tribalism. The American Left first became a cyclist who must maintain forward motion to keep from falling over and then became a mime who represents the cyclist by a demonstration of furious pedaling. After all, there is no forward motion in a "movement" that appears now against a backdrop of ardent feminism and now against a backdrop of sexual self-identification; now crying, "Save democracy!" and "Follow the science!" and now crying, "Down with Western Civilization!" and "Scientific thought is whiteness!" There is only furious pedaling. This is the all-important manner of progressivism from movement to movement, even when movements overlap in time. The substance can be supplied by that make-believe which justifies the movement at hand. For the contemporary Left, strategic make-believe began in earnest with the politics of abortion.

There cannot be separate truths about wanted babies and unwanted ones. Most babies are hailed as babies from the first intimation of pregnancy. That sense comes unbidden to all concerned. Left free from political tampering, it would be a hard case indeed who bucked the awareness that to be pregnant is to be carrying a new life, a baby, a child. The notion that life begins at conception is not peculiar to the religious Right. Nor is it a mere convention. It's a presumptive truth that requires motivated scientific pronouncements to reject. If not at conception, then when? Well, there must be some place where one can draw the line. And so begins the search for a place to draw it. An extremist fringe draws it, with gruesome legalism, at the moment when the fully-developed baby has made good its escape into the outer world. Many more people who support legal abortion prefer a stage of gestation beyond which expert opinion holds the fetus to be viable. But viability is an ominous criterion. After all, human beings are not viable, as a practical matter, for several years after birth. We absolutely would not survive without interventions. It may be that no one will ever try to legalize infanticide, but the criterion of viability does give the legalistically-minded a basis for it.

This is not the protest of one who categorically opposes abortion. Quite the contrary. It's the protest of one who, after much soul-searching, concluded that the Gordian Knot of a woman's needs entwined with those of an unborn baby must be cut where the cutting is at least humane to the woman. I take the pro-choice side while conceding that the choice of abortion is a tragic one. I agree with then-President Clinton that abortion should be safe, legal, and rare. In contrast, those who have arrived at a pro-choice position via progressive politics can't abide the third part of that formulation; nor will they let the word tragic pass their lips in reference to the termination of a pregnancy. As with leftist politics more generally, it's unthinkable to concede that the thing one advocates is a mixture of good and bad. Heirs to Leninist strategy and tactics, for all their intellectuality, take the simplistic view that the surest key to success is the most rigorously self-serving propaganda. Instead of debating what to do in the light of common knowledge, they set about filtering the light.

For a while, single-minded advocates of abortion spoke of the fetus as part of the woman's body. But that was too patently untrue. No part of a human body has its own blood supply, heart, brain, eyes, ears, nose, mouth or limbs. The placenta functions to protect the fetus from the woman's body and (not always successfully) from some of the choices she makes, such as smoking. It also manages the supply of nutrients that enable the fetus to pursue its development as a discrete organism. Repugnant though it may be to say so, the woman's body acts as host to another human body during the early stages of its development. The fetus is contained in, and connected to, the woman's body; not part of it. The woman's sovereignty over the fetus can't be asserted quite so peremptorily.

Where there's a will, there may still be a way. The next way attempted was to speak of the zygote, becoming the embryo, becoming the fetus in all its stages or up to some contended stage, as tissue (a word so impersonal that mere becomes superfluous). It was possible to present images of the thing in question that did seem to justify thinking of it as only a lump of tissue. Surely there could be no sensible objection to removing it? However, this bespoke scientific philosophy was ironically overtaken by impersonal technology. Ultrasound imaging progressed and progressed, revealing the human form at earlier and earlier stages. Summary justification of abortion by denying the baby's humanity now requires a desperate will. Two things can be true at once: that it's out of the question to consider the welfare of the unborn baby without considering the welfare of the woman, and that it's morally and intellectually wrong to consider only the welfare of the woman on grounds that the unborn baby is something other than a human life. When it necessarily comes down to choosing between the two, that choice should be recognized as a solemn one entailing an awful responsibility. One may conclude, as I have done, that the already-born human being deserves the greater consideration; but one should never lose sight of the tortuous moral road that leads to that conclusion.

The public activism of the American Left abhors both morality and tortuous roads. Having fixed on a political objective, it barrels ahead in a beeline. Obstacles must be discredited or simply suppressed for fear of losing speed or scope. When cold-blooded appeals to science fall short, hot-blooded stigmatization becomes the order of the day: only a religious fanatic could entertain the idea that life begins at conception, and only a terrible person could speak of a woman as "host" to a fetus. Instead of grappling with the world and its complications, the Left promulgates a changeling world purged of them. Across its range of interests it offers several such worlds, each suited to a purpose, and summons us into them by turns: a feminist world, a trans-first world; a world where science and scholarship reign supreme, a world where lived experience reigns supreme; a world outraged by the elevation of fealty above competence, and a world that obsequiously elevates representation above competence.

Given a choice between the make-believe of the Left and that of Donald Trump,.... Yes, but what a disgusting choice!

Tuesday, April 28, 2026

The Unreal Thing

The film Dead of Night (1945) presents several tales of the supernatural in a linking story built around — no, within — a recurring dream. Since a dream belongs to a single mind, that mind's development, its struggles, and, as the case may be, its flight from reality become the medium of everything else. So much for Dead of Night. It will not recur here except in spirit.

At this moment in history, the medium of practically everything else is one wretched mind. Disgusting, but there it is. The time is past when it was possible to counsel one another against letting Donald Trump capture our attention. He is, after all, president of the United States; and that office does, after all, extend the consequences of his words and deeds to the ends of the earth. It's too much. Donald Trump, of all people! In 2016, this man-child whose name had long been a risible byword in New York City was elected president by a coalition of out-of-towners: partly people who knew nothing about him, partly people who thought they knew all there was to know from watching him play a masterful businessman on television, and partly the universal crowd of loungers itching to see something happen. By 2024, there was a new flock of sheep to be shorn, and in he came again.

Morality apart, if Donald Trump (hereinafter "Donald") were at least a shrewd manipulator of people and events pulling marionette-strings from on high, that would be something. That's what his supporters think they've got. But Donald is not on high; he's down in the muck, breathing his own miasma. It doesn't take even the expertise of pop psychology to see how that came about, having read the story of his upbringing. The infernal pairing of neglect with subjugation left him to grow up physically while becoming hollowed out mentally and morally. Most people probably have never associated with anyone so lacking in material for healthy self-esteem. Donald soon learned to cope with that lack by trying (clumsily) to present a mirror image of himself to the world. Such diametric misrepresentation is odd. Other people may meet their needs for self-flattery with a bit of inflation here and omission there, but Donald's self requires nothing less than headlong flight through the looking-glass. Others may chafe at society's failure to celebrate them and yet shrink from the degradation of bawling in society's face, but Donald is either unable to recognize the degradation or unable to keep himself from it. Who but an abjectly ignorant man would claim to know more than the experts about a wide array of subjects? Who but an abjectly incompetent one would reinforce "I can fix it" with "alone"? As proprietor of a family business, Donald could be a little god despite his unfitness for any position of responsibility. In that private universe, created by his father, he could do as he pleased and then explain it away as he pleased with no one to tell him he was making a fool of himself. It was that universe that completed his ruin as a human being.

As president of the United States (that crazy fact again!), Donald has proceeded to treat the US Government as an enlargement of the family business. It suits not only his habit of wielding absolute power, but also his vital dependency on make-believe. Outside the bounds of a private universe, a leader must be the real thing. Inside, he can pretend. He can put on a little play in a little nursery theater, improvising as he goes and narrating all the while; ever the triumphant hero because he says so and because, for good measure, he's surrounded himself with a collection of stuffed toys who say so.

Of course, Donald is surrounded by the rest of us as well. We can see that he's making a fool of himself and say so. We can see that he's wrecking America and endangering the whole world, and we can struggle against this madness. But, as in a dream, we can't get traction; and it's not even our own dream we're trapped in, but Donald's. His madness is our medium. His curse is our handwriting on the wall, the true meaning of "MAGA" spelled out: Make America Go Away.

Saturday, February 7, 2026

Monsters from the Id

You'll presently see where this is going.

In the science-fiction movie Forbidden Planet (1956), a spaceship from earth lands on a distant planet in search of an expedition that reached it years ago and then mysteriously fell silent. The would-be rescuers find two survivors, a middle-aged academic and his daughter, who are living in comfort with all modern conveniences (including a robot butler) thanks to technology developed by the planet's original inhabitants, the Krell. Their crowning achievement was a huge system, still operating after their extinction, that makes it possible to conjure up material objects from a user's thoughts. The academic, having mastered the system, has no wish to return to Earth. The daughter, having lived her whole life on this remote island in the sky, doesn't know what she's missing. (Yes, that does bring The Tempest to mind.)

The daughter takes an interest in the young commander of the spaceship. The father accordingly grows impatient for him and his companions to go away. Soon the rescuers come under attack from an invisible monster that tears its victims limb from limb and leaves footprints inconsistent with any efficiently-evolved life form. It turns out that the father's selfish wrath has manifested itself through the conjuring system in the form of a fanciful but potent thought-creature. Finally, we learn that the releasing of such "monsters from the id" into society is what drove the Krell to extinction. Those noble but flawed beings had built a noble but flawed system that achieved great power while failing to guard against wanton exploitation.

That, too, brings something to mind: the American system of government, wantonly exploited by Donald Trump, who is a slave to the basest of impulses.

And that is the whole story of the part Trump is playing now. It's the reverse of a crime novel in which the apparent obsession of a madman turns out to be explainable as a rational scheme. One can look at his welter of actions on resuming office and make out some rational objectives, but the unifying factor is obsession. ... It's all a tantrum, the final towering rage of one poor little rich boy who sits atop the world's highest pile of toys and still can't catch a glimpse of love. It's Donald's bitter wish-fulfillment dream, and we're in it.

Both Trump's apologists and his critics keep circling around that crude truth, trying to divine more complex theories of motivation and calculation populated by more actors, but it's no use. The nightmare in which we're living really is an emanation from Donald Trump's inner world. Where other malevolent actors appear, they're not influences on Trump but products of his will. Frank Bruni brings us back to this truth in a recent essay for The New York Times:

"Bad advice" is a plausible excuse only if the person you're trying to excuse had little to no part in picking his advisers or had reason to believe they weren't who they turned out to be. In Trump's case, the opposite is true. He ended up with such a wretched crew of cabinet secretaries and senior administration officials because a wretched crew is what he was after....

The Trump administration is the house that Donald built as an annex to his personality. The federal agents who have lately terrorized Minneapolis are monsters from his id. Even MAGA World is his personal creation: not a crowd of people who desired such conjurings, but of people who desired other things; drew near to the conjuror; and fell under his spell.

As the people enacting Donald Trump's will are, in their current lives, actually products of it, so are the presidential outbursts in advance of policy (or in advance of nothing) products of his personal grievances and grudges. Here is Will Gottsegen in The Atlantic yesterday:

The Trumps were indeed cut off from some financial services in 2021. But although they claim that it had to do with political bias and checking "certain boxes," there is likely a simpler explanation: the fact that, on January 6, the president fomented a riot at the Capitol and tried to overturn the results of a national election.
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And financial dealings with Trump were considered risky well before January 6, thanks to his history of business failures. In 2016, The New York Times reported that some bankers had captured the sentiment in a neat, two-word phrase: Donald risk.
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"There are certain communities that have a legacy of having been redlined out of getting access to credit and financial services," Steele said. "That's the real debanking problem." Trump's lawsuits and executive order probably won't do much to chip away at that systemic issue. The president may say that he is protecting those who face discrimination, but his goals here are, as usual, extremely personal.

Surely the federal rage in Minneapolis owes much to symbolic affronts in Trump's mind: the summer of 2020; the campaign of 2024, in which Minnesota governor Tim Walz was an opposing warrior; the Somali community in Minnesota and its association with Representative Ilhan Omar, a Somali-born Trump nemesis; the political identity of the city itself. So also with Trump's gratuitous scorning of European troops who gave their lives in World War II or the wars in Afghanistan and Iraq. The Europeans of his acquaintance offend him the way New York society does, by being superior to him without even trying. Their fallen troops offend him by having gone bravely into harm's way in contrast with his own craven avoidance of it in his time. No cruelty to others, no shame brought on the country he represents, is too great a sacrifice to Donald's burning id.

Of course, a personality cannot wield power without an engine of power to exploit. Some responsibility lies with those who designed a system requiring a moderately noble nature in its operators. Some graver responsibility lies with a society whose moderately noble nature can be subverted by a single id.