The World's Worst Boss - Trump uncuts Tillerson, again.

Unclebaldrick

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OK, so Tillerson has let it be known that he is in direct contact with North Korea trying to find a diplomatic solution. Hearing this, and perhaps envious of the limelight that Tillerson is getting, Trump tweets:

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I would love to think that this is some type of deep strategy that I cannot appreciate but I know, deep down, that this is just the ramblings of an emotionally immature man who cares only for himself and not one wit for the country he is "leading".

I was once counseled by a pretty, young naval officer from the National War College that a strategy I once employed in a political military simulation of beginning a negotiation as a nice guy and turning tough later was a problematic ploy. She was right, it fosters resentment and leads the other side to dig in their heels. Better to begin as a hard ass and soften up as things go on. So it could be a ploy, I just don't expect much strategy from this guy. he isn't smart enough.
 
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Unclebaldrick

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And just for fun...

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https://www.nytimes.com/2017/09/30/opinion/sunday/cubs-baseball-trump.html?action=click&pgtype=Homepage&clickSource=story-heading&module=opinion-c-col-right-region&region=opinion-c-col-right-region&WT.nav=opinion-c-col-right-region&_r=0


"I don’t know how closely Mr. Trump even follows baseball, but if he does, he’s probably a Yankees fan — because that franchise, with its pinstripes and nonstop talk of winning, is Donald Trump all over. It’s good for fans but bad for humans, as it teaches the wrong lessons. What we want for a president is a person who grew up in the bleachers of Wrigley Field, learning humility and loss, the fleeting nature of glory."

Eamus catuli
 
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Unclebaldrick

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pretty good article...

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My father was right, and wrong. A Cubs fan does accept and even cherish loss. He understands that winning is overrated, even unreal — that there is no need to get back to Eden because we’ve been in Eden all along. In short, just about every quality that makes Mr. Trump a nightmare in governance could be cured by a few summers at Wrigley.

Hubris: This is Mr. Trump in a word. He needs to tell us that his fingers are not only normal in length but exceptional; that he is the best and strongest, a kind of sun god who, if you cross him, can rain down fire. But a Cubs fan knows all such talk is idle, because we are all cursed and history is nothing but a catalog of sure things that failed.

Fixation on the short term: Mr. Trump is not a deliberate thinker. If Kim Jong-un says he’s going to shoot a missile at Guam, then doesn’t, Mr. Trump declares victory, even if, all the while, Mr. Kim is building a doomsday laser in his mountain lair. A Cubs fan takes the long view, having learned to think in hundred-year increments — the length between championships. We know time is glacial, that things are moving deep beneath the surface. As the Cubs announcer Jack Brickhouse said, “Everyone is entitled to a bad century.”

No sense of history: Mr. Trump is a man who seems to believe he just might run into Frederick Douglass on the lecture circuit. A Cubs fan would never make such a mistake — he is all about history, his team being little more than stories, characters, mystical events. He can tell you about Three Finger Brown, whose right hand yielded never-to-be replicated, nearly-impossible-to-hit curve balls; about the seizures that the pitcher Grover Cleveland Alexander, ruined by World War I, suffered on the mound; about the collapse of the ’69 team foreshadowed by the appearance of a black cat one night at Shea Stadium. A Cubs fan knows history is repetition and return, that those who forget it are condemned to repeat it but, even scarier, that those who remember it are also condemned to repeat it.

American greatness: Mr. Trump wants to make America Great Again, but does not understand what made it great in the first place. He harkens back to an older America, when most of the leading figures were a single shade, which seems to echo the past of the game, but is a lie. A Cubs fan knows that Chicago, more than any other pro team, was responsible for establishing the color line that existed in the game from August 1883, when Cap Anson, the Cubs player-manager and their first great star, refused to let his team appear on the same field as a black player until April 1947, when Jackie Robinson made his debut with the Brooklyn Dodgers. He knows that racism is the original sin of the game, and how a hateful thing can take many lifetimes to live down.

Obsession with winning: It’s a big problem for Mr. Trump. The Cubs would have cured him of this affliction. That’s what 107 years in the wilderness will do. It made being a fan of this team special. Wearing a Cubs hat told the world you were holier, not obsessed with victory, having escaped the wheel of profit and loss — your kingdom was not of this world."
 

Fogdog

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pretty good article...

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My father was right, and wrong. A Cubs fan does accept and even cherish loss. He understands that winning is overrated, even unreal — that there is no need to get back to Eden because we’ve been in Eden all along. In short, just about every quality that makes Mr. Trump a nightmare in governance could be cured by a few summers at Wrigley.

Hubris: This is Mr. Trump in a word. He needs to tell us that his fingers are not only normal in length but exceptional; that he is the best and strongest, a kind of sun god who, if you cross him, can rain down fire. But a Cubs fan knows all such talk is idle, because we are all cursed and history is nothing but a catalog of sure things that failed.

Fixation on the short term: Mr. Trump is not a deliberate thinker. If Kim Jong-un says he’s going to shoot a missile at Guam, then doesn’t, Mr. Trump declares victory, even if, all the while, Mr. Kim is building a doomsday laser in his mountain lair. A Cubs fan takes the long view, having learned to think in hundred-year increments — the length between championships. We know time is glacial, that things are moving deep beneath the surface. As the Cubs announcer Jack Brickhouse said, “Everyone is entitled to a bad century.”

No sense of history: Mr. Trump is a man who seems to believe he just might run into Frederick Douglass on the lecture circuit. A Cubs fan would never make such a mistake — he is all about history, his team being little more than stories, characters, mystical events. He can tell you about Three Finger Brown, whose right hand yielded never-to-be replicated, nearly-impossible-to-hit curve balls; about the seizures that the pitcher Grover Cleveland Alexander, ruined by World War I, suffered on the mound; about the collapse of the ’69 team foreshadowed by the appearance of a black cat one night at Shea Stadium. A Cubs fan knows history is repetition and return, that those who forget it are condemned to repeat it but, even scarier, that those who remember it are also condemned to repeat it.

American greatness: Mr. Trump wants to make America Great Again, but does not understand what made it great in the first place. He harkens back to an older America, when most of the leading figures were a single shade, which seems to echo the past of the game, but is a lie. A Cubs fan knows that Chicago, more than any other pro team, was responsible for establishing the color line that existed in the game from August 1883, when Cap Anson, the Cubs player-manager and their first great star, refused to let his team appear on the same field as a black player until April 1947, when Jackie Robinson made his debut with the Brooklyn Dodgers. He knows that racism is the original sin of the game, and how a hateful thing can take many lifetimes to live down.

Obsession with winning: It’s a big problem for Mr. Trump. The Cubs would have cured him of this affliction. That’s what 107 years in the wilderness will do. It made being a fan of this team special. Wearing a Cubs hat told the world you were holier, not obsessed with victory, having escaped the wheel of profit and loss — your kingdom was not of this world."
In light of the potential for lessons in life, it's kind of fitting that the club now named the Nationals, formerly the Expos, have never even been to the World Series. As a Mariners fan, I'm at least comforted in knowing that we're in the company of the nation's team as the only two groups of fans in baseball that have never even sniffed the air during a baseball championship game. For now, that is.

Unfortunately, I can't imagine Trump attending an event where he's not the center of attention. For Trump, there are no life lessons to be learned in golf other than that the occasional club or iron can turn into a traitor.
 

ttystikk

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OK, so Tillerson has let it be known that he is in direct contact with North Korea trying to find a diplomatic solution. Hearing this, and perhaps envious of the limelight that Tillerson is getting, Trump tweets:

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I would love to think that this is some type of deep strategy that I cannot appreciate but I know, deep down, that this is just the ramblings of an emotionally immature man who cares only for himself and not one wit for the country he is "leading".

I was once counseled by a pretty, young naval officer from the National War College that a strategy I once employed in a political military simulation of beginning a negotiation as a nice guy and turning tough later was a problematic ploy. She was right, it fosters resentment and leads the other side to dig in their heels. Better to begin as a hard ass and soften up as things go on. So it could be a ploy, I just don't expect much strategy from this guy. he isn't smart enough.
..'not one whit'...

Excellent post. Well said!
 

blu3bird

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As a Mariners fan, I'm at least comforted in knowing that we're in the company of the nation's team as the only two groups of fans in baseball that have never even sniffed the air during a baseball championship game. For now, that is
Haha, hell yeah! Ken Griffey Jr was the man! I used to have his number 24 when I played baseball in high school
 
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