3. Russiagate

As entertaining as the Alphonse & Gaston routine (“After you, Alphonse. . . . No, you first, my dear Gaston!”), the leaders of the two most powerful nations in the world are performing in the exchange of spies, election hacking, and expanding the totally insane nuke race issues, questions are raised which have been keeping me awake at night. I should explain I am one of those pathetic false alarmists who turn on the TV first thing in the morning to see if there still is a world out there; if not, I can just turn over and go back to sleep.

These days I especially worry about our president-elect’s warm relationship with the leader of our traditional enemy. It’s as if he and V. Putin, as he calls him on his Twitter account, went to the same Talmud Torah Hebrew School in Queens as kids.

If the new president ever holds a press conference again, the first question I would ask:

Does he know that his good friend, V. Putin, is a Communist?

And the follow-up: Is our president familiar with the communists’ great game plan to dominate the two thirds of the world they do not already control, and that Marx and Engels predicted his children’s real estate empires will soon be withering away?

And while in the questioning mode, does he know his new best bud is the leader of the gang that since World War II has been out to make us roadkill?

We know he had read the speeches of Hitler and employed some of the same rhetorical propaganda tactics Der Fuhrer used so successfully, especially the power of lies as a communication tool, but has he ever read Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn’s The Gulag Archipelago?

Forgive the leap into the unknown here, but my guess is he has not even read the Classics Illustrated Comics version of The Communist Manifesto. A Marxist plot to him might mean a Groucho movie.

I appreciate he’s not much of a reader, except for his own Twitter remarks. The media studies those 3 a.m. commentaries as if they are the missing Dead Sea Scrolls. But the author is behind the curve on a lot of things we come to expect of a president.

And it doesn’t matter to him.

He is convinced the struggle with our archenemy for the last half-century is all about negotiations. Making deals. Obama and his predecessors made bum deals. But he is the world’s greatest dealmaker. Very smart, as he’s explained, as the putative author of the Art of the Deal.

If he is such a great dealmaker why was he $968 million in debt, according to his last visible IRS tax filing (1996)? Why has he amassed six bankruptcies, seventeen of nineteen failing business with the magic of his name attached and as many as 3,500 lawsuits pending in the courts before the election? Go know.

The president may be only one of those fellow travelers we used to call a peacenik. Still he may go down in presidential history as Donald the Red, the man who gave us the most friendly relationship with Russia since Seward was buying Alaska from the Czar for $7.2 million in 1867. I will leave it to the next House Un-American Activities Committee, sure to be revived by the Republican congressional leadership any day now, to ask: “Are you now or have you ever been a card-carrying member of the Communist party?” He will have the right to take the Fifth Amendment, of course, if he hasn’t abolished the Bill of Rights by executive order.

But somebody should be asking the president the peacenik, what does he know about the Marxist plot to destroy capitalism and when?