The Trump Age is the age of soft illusions. And Ivanka Trump is the crown jewel
We take no pleasure in typing this internet article, but the evidence doesn't lie: Ivanka Trump is almost certainly a Moloch-worshipping weirdo who is going to get us all killed or worse, force us to buy her dumb clothes.
With the ascendance of public relations, glossy magazines specifically designed to murder brain cells, and cosmetic dentistry, we inhabit a world that delights in self-soothing images and scorns anything that might unsettle our McDonald's-filled stomachs.
In this context, Ivanka Trump is Peak Photoshop she's a manufactured image of human perfection which, once deprived of its artificial layers, evaporates.
Ivanka is a lovely, articulate woman who even has a daughter who can recite ancient Chinese hip-hop. Her appeal is undeniable. But remove the airbrushing and we're faced with the reality that a lady who pimps shoes is driving us towards the abyss.
Consider the people Ivanka has voluntarily chosen to surround herself with, beginning first with her husband, Jared Kushner a living, breathing Patrick Bateman.
Under the guise of working towards an Israel-Palestine peace agreement, Kushner is the leading cheerleader for direct confrontation with Iran. As Robert Parry noted:
So, Ivanka Trumps husband will face near-certain failure in his peace initiative, but before that becomes fully apparent he could lead the young administration off in some harmful directions, bringing it back into line with Official Washington neoconservative orthodoxy on the Mideast.
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According to Times correspondents Peter Baker and Mark Landler, the plan mirrors the thinking of Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu of Israel...and would build on his de facto alignment with Sunni Muslim countries in trying to counter the rise of Shiite-led Iran.
Bad. Even worse is that he's an obnoxious coward:
Does . . . Jared have a body double with him?