al-GUARDIAN FAKE NEWS 2017.01.12

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The leaked Trump-Russia dossier rings frighteningly true.

There is factual confusion in this document but its depiction of the Kremlin’s tactics is sound

Donald Trump dossier [sic]: intelligence sources vouch for author's credibility

Ex-MI6 officer Christopher Steele, named as writer of Donald Trump memo, is ‘highly regarded professional’

In the rush to trample all over the dossier and its contents, one key question remained. Why had America’s intelligence agencies felt it necessary to provide a compendium of the claims to Barack Obama and Trump himself?

And the answer to that lies in the credibility of its apparent author, the ex-MI6 officer Christopher Steele, the quality of the sources he has, and the quality of the people who were prepared to vouch for him. In all these respects, the 53-year-old is in credit.

The Guardian has produced content with funding from foundations around the world, including a grant from The Bill & Melinda Gates Foundation and a grant from the Rockefeller Foundation.

Trump revealed his presidential dream to me in 1988. Now the nightmare begins

By Polly Toynbee

Back then I wrote that Donald Trump becoming US president would be seen as a bad joke. Yet it’s about to come true

At war with the US intelligence agencies he compares to Nazi Germany, damning them for leaking an unverified dossier on his alleged links with Moscow, Donald Trump’s bizarre press conference left the world agog. What if the Russians have so well destabilised America that no sooner inaugurated, their chosen president has to be impeached? Don’t count on it. Ordinary rules don’t apply to the man who is the raw spirit of the lawless wild west.

And Trump’s nature was never a secret. He has never dissembled, he can’t dissemble. Why would he when he worships every aspect of himself, each hair on his head, each word he tweets? Greater self-love hath no man.

Apart from his lost good looks, he is unchanged since I interviewed him for the Guardian back in 1988. He was 41 and in Britain to plug his book, The Art of the Deal. Then as now, he was a petrifying megalomaniac with no grip on reality, or not a reality shared by others. At the time I described his “demonic power and energy waiting to spring”. Now look how far he has sprung.

I wrote about his aura of “glitz, greed, glamour and an ambition so colossal that it will probably not rest until he rules the world – which one day he just might”. And next week, God help us, he will.

But nearly 30 years ago was his eye already on running for the presidency? I put the question to him. “Not for a period but I am involved politically. You could do it from where I am,” he replied with the same nonchalance he might describe making a pitch for some new property or casino in New York.

What would his platform be? “Respect. We’re a second-rate economic power, a debtor nation. We’re getting kicked around.” His current determination to tear up Barack Obama’s carefully brokered nuclear deal with Iran has a long history. He told me that as president, “I’d be harsh on Iran. They’ve been beating us psychologically, making us look like a bunch of fools … It’d be good for the world to take them on.”
Trump was in London in the midst of Margaret Thatcher’s big bang, red braces and loadsamoney mania years, yet his judgment on Britain was this: “Your country’s distaste for success is a national disease.” Bear that in mind as our government begs for a post-Brexit trade deal, with a Theresa May date not in Trump’s diary. What kind of trade deal does Liam Fox imagine he will broker with this man whose contempt for Britain, even back in its most Trumpish era, was so withering? Just as Trump’s view on Iran is unchanged, I doubt he has formed any new views about Britain.

The craven caperings of Nigel Farage and Boris Johnson may amuse him, but the deal will be cut-throat. If you had doubts about the Transatlantic Trade and Investment Partnership (TTIP), just wait and see what kind of deregulation, anti-working rights, anti-environmental, anti-product safety and food contamination rules he will impose when he shakes hands with British gentlemen on their knees for anything they can get.

Britain stares at him across the Atlantic, aghast at this grotesque man-baby, this loud-mouth buffoon and braggart, but my own assessment back then was: “He’s sharp as a gold-plated razor-blade.” Never underestimate the power of a person without self-doubt. Never underestimate the power of a gargantuan appetite for possessing everything. If he was frightening back then, he’s terrifying now.

I can imagine Trump chanting to himself daily in front of the mirror Norman Vincent Peale’s famous mantra, “Every day, in every way, I am getting better and better.”
Back in that 1988 interview I wrote: “Could Trump possibly make it to the White House? Of course not, says everyone who knows anything about American politics. It’s a bad joke. But then Trump has often done what can’t be done and if the White House can take a senile movie star, why not a casino operator?”

That bad joke has landed. Here he is, transparent in all his hateful habits. So far those who voted for him show no sign of regretting it.

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