Central Wisconsin long served as the winter quarters for traveling circuses. Now the state as a whole, contemptuous and surly, harbors the detritus of a “Walker for America” circus. This includes housing and feeding the incompetent, double-dealing, ungrateful and malevolent ringleader himself.
It is no oxymoron to call his traveling fancy an empty spectacle, dumbshow with a word-salad sound track. Walker, a two-dimensional puppet lit carefully to conceal the wires, stirred the Iowa crowds into hibernation. His dispassionate patter failed to inspire. There was no “there” there.
Walker abandoned Wisconsin for a wooden man's whimsy. His was a vain, diaphanous dream: the Oval Office. Hastily sanded, stained and varnished by Koch industry, the puppet evinced solid conservative grain. But the wooden wonder-boy proved neither functional nor durable. The rigors of producing coherent speech splintered his tongue. His tight-grained oaken credentials proved a shoddy veneer. This veneer concealed a balsa-man, a carnival trinket of no substance, no value.
Had he weaseled his way (he certainly did nothing to earn his way) into higher office, his modus operandi, governance by sneak attack, hidden agenda and subterfuge, would have slammed into a congressional brick wall. Wisconsin’s one-trick puppet would’ve finally pulled off a high-wire stunt to assure himself a place in history: he would’ve become a lame duck “leader” in his first weeks in office. You see, Walker’s “leadership” embodies and exemplifies emptiness. He is a simple life form that can only follow the simplest of instructions.
Higher office could never improve or ennoble such a creature. He lacks the capacity to grow into such responsibility and accountability. There has to be some sound intellectual and moral base from which to flourish. Walker, though, is a mere front man. He has no anchor, no rudder, no compass to call his own. The sociopath sees no advantage in carrying such baggage. It only clouds his contingency-based thinking and actions.
His is a career wiled away evading responsibility, avoiding public service while sworn to serve the public. See here a servant who has served only his own empty ambition: to grasp higher and higher office while shirking the attendant responsibilities. And in public office after public office, Walker has shirked duty and responsibility with robotic consistency.
Walker preys upon Wisconsin at his masters' bidding, thrashing and throttling the state economy by wielding his dependable, consistent corruptibility, his singular selfishness and his monumental ignorance- and his galloping malevolence, a trait the press and the puppet himself have yet to acknowledge.
This last pathological trait puts Wisconsin’s Walking pathology on par with Brownback, Scott, Christie, Kasich, Rauner, Le Page, Jindal, and other failed GOP executives now barricaded in governor’s mansions. Faced with the choice between public office with attendant psycho-drama (overacted ad nauseum), or prolonged psychotherapy to address their disorders, the lot of them chose public disservice. These deadbeats defend their failing, one-percent, sociopathic agendas with clumsy evasions, with bigger and bigger lies, and with, of course, money. Theirs is the best incompetence, malevolence and one-percent servitude that money can buy.
Weasels: sociopathic weasels. The GOP is overrun with them.
Walker was not welcomed home by throngs of well-wishers. He is no longer welcome in Wisconsin. His actions speak of cloying, claustrophobic self-interest. Even his most willfully blind supporters, empty shells who reflect his emptiness, now see his disinterest, finally register his thousand-yard stare, finally sense, and resent, his inability to pretend he ever cared about the needs of ordinary citizens (He cannot care. His is a genuine cognitive deficit.) Of all his flip-flops, his flip-flop on the question of running for president slapped his supporters silly. Many remain dazed. “Who is this man?” they now ask.
The Wisconsin he skulked back into is not the Wisconsin he left. The intimidated moron finds the moral climate has changed, recovered, evolved. Those he divided to gain short term advantage now join together to condemn Walker's evasions, lies, his put-offs, his flip-flops, his ham-handed moves to render Republiclown mis-governance still more opaque. Independents, the source of support that tipped the elections in his favor, have hardened their hearts against this walking fail-factory.
Walker can hide from the public, the inconvenient masses who dare to be individuals, who have agendas other than to serve as fluffers and fawners at his carefully scripted and choreographed worship services. But hiding and lying are not leadership. Nor can he any longer rely on his own counsel. It failed him utterly. His inner circle proved ideologically stagnant and intellectually shallow. Thanks to their efforts, Walker is now recognized statewide and nationally as the man who is less than meets the eye.
His very public bumbling on the campaign trail and his tangible, malodorous ignorance have embarrassed the citizens of this state too many times. He does not, they now insist loudly, represent the best accomplishments, aspirations or ideas of this diverse and industrious populace.
He used and still uses the citizens of Wisconsin. He exploited and still exploits their productivity for ends that benefit only the undeserving wealthy. And he has no capacity to experience genuine, human regret for this abuse, nor can he express this regret. He certainly has no courage to atone for his actions. Such feeling and action are too intimidating.
He may try to stay busy, advancing and rubber-stamping legislation to make Republican-dominated government still less transparent, more beholden to the Koch brothers and their ilk, all the while deluding himself that the emptiness he embodies is not, in fact, gnawing at his life force. But the weight of his monumental void grows with every empty promise he makes, every empty gesture, every empty lie he tells, every evasion, every flip-flop, every one-percent welfare-enhancing bill he signs into law. But his emptiness will overwhelm him.
To be sure, as the beast decays it will make occasional forays into the land of the real, at twilight of course, galloping from the tunnels under the capitol to circle the domed edifice like Death on a Pale Horse…