Rebuttal to WSJ Column by Bret Stephens

by Dan Youra

Bret Stephens, writer of the "Global View" column in the Wall Street Journal, describes Trump as an “appalling,” “realty-TV star,” a “loud mouth vulgarian,” a “rising star in the “fringe politics” of this “clown-time” political season. Mr. B.S. describes Trump”s “fans” as “disgusted,” “vulgarians,” who “lack mental maturity,” are “incapable of class,” "bellyache non-stop,” and, are “paranoid (and losing)” as part of the “dwindling white majority.” 

You get the sense that Mr. Global View doesn’t think much of the Trump phenomenon. He disparages and discounts several views, which he claims have been offered to explain Trump’s popularity – his “can-do image,” and bluntness. “He toes no line, serves no pack, abides no ideology, is beholden to no man.”

Yuk! The Global Viewer pukes on his page. He can’t stomach this pablum. In fact, he pinches his nose at the “parade of semi-sophisticated theories that act as bathroom deodorizer to mask the stench of his (Trump’s) candidacy.”

The headline for this Wall Street Journal hit piece pitches in to distort truth and goose step the party line. The WSJ’s View column is trumpeted as “The Donald and the Demagogues.” What is a demagogue? I am sure that WSJ’s headliner implies the corrupted definition of demagogue, which is “a leader who makes use of popular prejudices and false claims and promises in order to gain power.” Never mind that Merriam-Webster defines a demagogue as “a leader championing the cause of the common people.” Sounds like The Donald to me. What’s wrong with a champion of the common people. That is what the Democrats think they are. 

A pop up insert in the column trumpets “Democracies that trade substance for charisma don’t last.” Well, that’s not exactly what Mr. B.S. writes. His guess is that “Democracies that trade substance for charisma tend not to last.” Well, who cares about accuracy when the pop up is nothing more than a red light enticing the reader in for the snow job. The editorial insert also blasts that “Trump is America’s answer to Hugo Chavez.” Whoops! Again, that is not what Mr. B.S. writes. He speculates that “Donald Trump may be America’s Hugo Chavez.” At least both sentences of the pop up writer are unambiguous statements that actually stake a claim to a position. About all Mr. B.S. can muster are some namby pamby, wishy washy statements tenuously held together by conditional, cop out aversions “tend not” and “may be.” The column should be renamed “Global Guess.”

Mr. B.S. mixes up his “View” with some blather about The Donald’s “meretricious tastes in trophies” which remind the columnist of the “aesthetics of Bob Guccione.” Say what? Not being a New York, erudite, WSJ columnist, I must humbly admit that I had to look up the meaning of “meretricious” and I had to google Bob Guccione. For the sake of any other Wisconsin-raised, farm boy like me, “meretricious” means “apparently attractive but having in reality no value or integrity,” and, “characteristic of a prostitute.” Also, for other cheese heads brought up on Mad Magazine, Guccione was the pimp who founded Penthouse. What’s going on here? Apparently Mr. B.S. couldn’t find enough cow pies to fling at Trump’s record. He felt compelled to fabricate some tripe attempting to paint Trump as a prostitute who reads Penthouse. How low! I don’t know if Mr. B.S. chose the name for his column or the WSJ assigned him to it. I’d suggest it be renamed “Gutter View.”

When a writer paints a national, political figure with as much vitriol, with as much calumny, as is viewed in this “View,” one has to wonder if there is more going on here than a witnessing a writer simply flipping out a casual opinion. That is what columnists do, right? As opposed to pursuing facts, which is what reporters do. 

I’d urge Mr. B.S. to ask his shrink to inform him about the nature of “the shadow” and “projection” as espoused by any Jungian psychologist. He might learn that his column is a window into a hidden side of his own persona, where his attachment to his elitist views rule with such tyranny that he can find no value in what Gulliver brings to Lilliput. His degradation and disparagement of Gulliver Trump is a projection of his own elitist hate for democracy common among the Lilliputians of the arrogant, east coast, Ivy League media, who cannot tolerate the thought of the zombie masses sparked to life by an eighteenth century, “reality-TV star, The Donald Paine, much less led into battle by Don of Arc, paving the way for the final victory to recover the realm from the ruling oligarchy. The elitist shadow slanders the threatening Robespierre, demands an inquisition, and lobbies with the Pharisees for his execution with the chant, “Crucify him, crucify him.”

Dan Youra, voice of one crying in the wilderness.

Dan Youra (dan@youra.com) is a political cartoonist, creator of Utoons (utoons.com), who lives in Washington State