Eight years ago, the New York Times did a feature on the musician Tom Waits, who later emailed the following anecdote to the reporter. It wasn’t clear what Waits was trying to communicate, but the timing, less than a month into the first Trump administration—had the feel of prophesy.
“I was a firefighter when I was 19 or 20. I was trying to get out of the draft and I thought of it as a good place to hide. I was working out of a fire station in a tiny town called Jacumba. One night at maybe 3 a.m., the bell sounded. This was the real thing. I slept in my clothes and only had to put on my boots, and down the pole onto the truck and the siren was blasting and I am hanging onto the ladder and my heart is going like a drum and I am panting hard.”
“It was late and all of a sudden the aroma of fried chicken envelops our truck and we begin to slow and there it is, roaring and crackling: a chicken ranch on fire. The old farmer couple, Mom and Pop, are holding each other in silhouette as their world burns. The captain says: ‘WAITS!!! Take that hose and start putting out some of these chickens.’ So there I am aiming at these flying, screaming, burning chickens, and I had never seen a chicken fly before, but boy can they fly. There had to be a hundred or so of them and the blast of water would douse the fire and they would come crashing to the ground — and then another and another. There was no time to think or prepare.”
“It was an emergency, and when dealing with emergent behavior there is nothing to do but respond. I was in the moment. And it was not the fire I imagined or dreamed of. It was the fire I got.”
In this metaphor, the Trump administration is the devastating fire and we are the huddled farmers. To the extent firefighters exist, they are the lawyers and judges and one or two Democrats who are trying to put out the flaming chickens.
The flaming chickens? Let’s peruse the news today. Trump has gone ahead with his illegal tariffs, starting a trade war with Canada and Mexico, our two closest allies and trading partners (for good measure, he tacked an additional 10% onto existing Chinese tariffs). Trump and Vance sandbagged Volodymyr Zelenskyy, the Prime Minister of our ally Ukraine in the White House, and quickly aligned US foreign policy with Russia (not an ally).
Trump announced plans to illegally ignore the Endangered Species Act and raze the trees on all federal lands.
His unconfirmed, unelected henchman, Elon Musk, called Social Security a Ponzi scheme while the administration announced plans to fire 7,000 workers (12% of the agency’s workforce), shutter 60% of its regional offices and 45 field offices. Oregon Senator Ron Wyden called it a “prelude to privatization.”
Meanwhile, measles, a disease once declared “eliminated,” burns through Texas, forcing anti-vax champion and HHS Secretary RFK Jr. to actually mouth some words about how maybe the measles vaccine isn’t so bad. Nevertheless, one of the agency’s senior officials and a long time Trump insider, Tom Corry, had seen enough and quit HHS after <checks notes> two weeks of employment.
Inside the White House, this is all awesome stuff. They promised a chicken roast and by god we’re getting flaming chickens ans fast ans Trump can pen executive orders. Outside the White House, reality looks a little darker. The Dow has shed more than 3% of its value since the tariff announcement (as of 10:30 am Pacific time), and the Atlanta Fed predicts the U.S. economy will shrink 2.8% in the first quarter of the year. Core inflation is rising again, as is unemployment, even though the federal layoffs haven’t figured in to the latest numbers. After getting torched by their own constituents, Republicans have decided to end town hall meetings with them. Oh, and for good measure the government might shut down in ten days.
In the middle of a disaster, there often isn’t a lot to do. I’ve been using a different metaphor for all of this: a hurricane. You can board up the windows and get out of the way, but the hurricane is coming. If it hits your house, it’s going to do what it’s going to do. We peasants are powerless to stop tariffs or reverse the stock market collapse. Trump and the Republicans won their elections and they control the government. Much of what they’re doing is illegal, and lawyers and judges may stop some of it. We can take certain actions, like throwing ourselves in front of logging trucks come to steal our 600-year-old trees. But this is window-boarding. The hurricane—or chicken ranch fire—is upon us.
When dealing with a coup by the people we elected, there is nothing to do but respond. It was not the government we imagined or dreamed of. It is the government we got.