A politics blog by Tom Jackson
Tom Jackson's baseball card - if he had one - would report he throws left, writes right. In his columns and blog, "The Right Stuff," southpaw Jackson provides insight into the evolving human condition from a distinctly conservative point of view.
Even as Indianans cast the ballots that polls indicate will thrust Donald Trump into the role of the Republican Party’s presumptive presidential nominee, the bombastic blowhard know-nothing gutter-trolling bully from Queens-via-Bizarro-World provided a fresh reason for decent people to recoil.
Tuesday, not for the first time, Trump hauled up the National Enquirer’s reporting as a way to cast doubt on his nearest rival, Texas Sen. Ted Cruz. Then it was about allegations of Cruz having committed serial extra-marital dalliances, none of which survived scrutiny. Now — “now” being the operative term; the story was published two weeks ago — it’s a claim, based on a fuzzy photo from the early 1960s, that Rafael Cruz, the candidate’s father, was somehow affiliated with Lee Harvey Oswald, who did something, or had something happen to him, that was awful. Trump doesn’t say, exactly.
“His father was with ... Oswald prior to Oswald’s being, you know, shot,” Mr. Trump babbled on ‘Fox and Friends,’ where he rightly surmised such derangement would not be challenged. “I mean, the whole thing is ridiculous. What is this, right, prior to his being shot — and nobody even brings it up.”
About a month after Bruce Springsteen exercised his right to withhold services from eager customers living in a state whose legislature has expressed a viewpoint counter to his own, not much has changed.
Instead of settling things, the Boss appears only to have reaffirmed that our age is firmly post-ironic. Meanwhile in North Carolina, it’s still illegal for a person to enter sex-specific restrooms and changing facilities unless that sex is reflected on their birth certificate. (Who’s checking? Beats me.)
There are other parts of the North Carolina statute that are problematic, but, astonishingly, it’s the bathroom codicil that has everyone fixing bayonets.