The little pantywaists never did understand Donald J. Trump.
The Hill is one of those publications that has it wrong, as usual.
The headline in question is amusing:
Robert Mueller is playing chess, not checkers
The problem is Trump is playing Go, not chess.
Chess is the small man’s game.
Go is for the smarter ones.
There is a misconception that knowing chess makes you some sort of strategist.
What it makes you is a drone who memorizes rules as you become boxed in by your own rote skills.
Go ups the ante, and makes certain the game is not about getting crowned.
But surrounding your enemy by removing liberties.
But chess is the method of Patriarchal Storytelling: you two two levels of characters: the ones with titles — and a king — and then the second level of faceless pawns that are, in essence, cannon fodder.
Chess is not a game. It is the structure of Patriarchal storytelling.
Go is superior in that it is about pure strategy, without the confines of a narrative.
So if Mueller is playing chess, he is out of his league, as he helps Trump clear a path, and is given enough leeway to turn the tables.
But the US press lacks the deep intelligence to see what is happening.
Mueller would easily best conniving Canadians. There have been many Canadians who pulled stunts in their home country — where there are lax, if any, rules, laws, or regulations. They get cocky, and now think they are brilliant, but the pickings here are slim as people do not have the money they pretend to have.
So, emboldened, Canadians go to a bigger pond, trying to pull the same stunts on Americans.
And then the Americans promptly arrested them, divest them of their ill-gotten booty, and throw them in the slammer.
Because it is easy to overestimate your cunning when you are being thrown softballs.
Trump is no stranger to scrapes. What fells most people, doesn’t work on him, and he usually ends up besting the seeming victor.
Let’s take Spy magazine.
Spy was a very smart and gutsy publication, and unlike the mainstream press in the 1980s, it did not drool all over Trump. It didn’t gush that he had nice teeth, or was a brilliant businessman.
They made fun of him, and the had scathing, well-done articles to the like. They even proved that he’d cash a thirteen cent check.
He wrote complaint letters. They pinned it on their wall. He said they’d never survive, but when his luck seemed to run out, it looked like Spy would have the last laugh.
Except Trump recovered.
And Spy no longer exists.
He was right about him.
They were wrong about him.
They played chess with a man whose natural inclination is to play a game of go.
The press is confined to chess for one reason: it is the game with a built-in narrative.
Go bores them because it is beyond the journalistic paradigm.
Had they been more empirical in their methods, this wouldn’t be an issue. You can see bigger and more covert games when you are not always in search of a story, but of facts.
But that was never the way reporters operated, and their deficiencies are more than apparent in their work.