Today, in your dose of Make America Great news, Trump officials announce that moving the American Embassy in Israel from Tel Aviv to Jerusalem is a thing that’s being planned and will happen. The new American administration is prioritizing repairing relations with Israel:
Congress has begun laying the groundwork to help the incoming Trump administration repair the long fractured relationship with Israel, an effort that includes moving the U.S. embassy in Israel to Jerusalem, according to a copy obtained by the Washington Free Beacon of the first official congressional communication scheduled to be sent Friday to the newly inaugurated President Donald Trump.
A delegation of more than 75 lawmakers, led by Rep. Bill Johnson (R., Ohio), have written to Trump, urging him to “mend this relationship [with Israel] immediately,” according to an advanced copy of the letter exclusively viewed by the Free Beacon.
The letter lays the groundwork for Trump to relocate the U.S. embassy in Israel from Tel Aviv to Jerusalem and is likely to be accompanied by the formation of a new pro-Israel caucus in Congress that will focus on making this a reality, according to sources familiar with the matter.
It’s about time. President Obama did everything in his power to delegitimize Israel, our staunchest Middle East friend and solid Democracy.
Zip Code 90210 and environs has long been one of the Democratic Party’s most reliable ATM branches, the town where rich liberals can feel better about being rich by contributing to causes that prove their liberal bona fides and let them rub shoulders with real power. Celebrities like Magic Johnson, Seth MacFarlane, Lionel Richie and George Clooney—together with moguls like Jeffrey Katzenberg, Bob Iger, Haim Saban, Barry Diller and Michael Eisner—had held dozens of fundraisers for Clinton, or entertained for free to support her, over the past two years.
Hollywood’s top Democratic players were all set to watch one fellow liberal superstar, Barack Obama, pass the torch to another, Clinton herself. They were planning their inauguration parties, polishing their résumés and, in some cases, measuring the drapes in embassies around the world. Instead, they faced a shocking overnight reversal, as if a big budget movie that the tracking polls had guaranteed would be a blockbuster inexplicably tanked on opening weekend with no warning. A cadre of megastars and megadonors that had counted on four or eight more years of Access Washington, that has been happily benefiting from the psychic and social rewards of the increasing intermingling of celebrity culture and Democratic politics, suddenly found the door to the White House slammed squarely in its face.
And the rejection came with an extra, and especially scary, sting: It turned out that the industry supposedly known for having its finger on the popular pulse didn’t understand America—“red America,” the “real America,” the “rest of America”—at all.
Read the whole thing. Each paragraph is better than the last. Here’s the conclusion:
The immediate challenge for Hollywood liberals now is how to matter, how to signify, when their party is out of power. Will the collective frustration be channeled into a competition to show just who is the biggest anti-Trump crusader in the pack? At least one prominent industry consultant suggests that some people already feel the best strategy is to do everything possible to drive Trump’s poll numbers down in the next two years, in the way that Congressional and Tea Party Republicans worked to undermine Obama with implacable opposition in his first two years, leading to the Republicans winning back the House in 2010.
And what will be the impact on Hollywood’s real product, entertainment itself? Will there be a rash of programs like “The Real Housewives of Trumbull County, Ohio,” where the CNN contributor Van Jones has already plumbed voter sentiment? A spate of feel-good, shoot-’em-up anti-terrorists thrillers echoing the Reagan era’s “Rambo”? Or given Hollywood’s inveterate propensity to turn its gaze inward, perhaps we can look forward to a batch of bittersweet romantic comedies about suddenly alienated power brokers and image-makers trying to find their way back to a place in the sun.
Sobbing Hollywood, a heartbroken and furious media, and a defunded NEA.
Happy Days are Here Again!