First Trump tweeted the now infamous image of Hillary Clinton on a bed of money, flanked by by what clearly appeared to be a Star of David. When called on the anti-Semitic imagery, Trump countered that it wasn’t a Star of David at all, It was “just a star” or a “sheriff’s badge”.
Trump also made the argument that the image was just one that he picked up from an “anti-Hillary site.” Which is true. However, that anti-Hillary site turns out to be part of the fascist white supremacist alt-right—which doesn’t exactly bolster the idea that the image is not anti-Semitic.
But the points of the little star clearly got under Trump’s wispy thin orange skin. He offered up a series of unfunny explanations for the image. Then in his speech yesterday, he went into an an insane, rambling monologue including more star talk, that was nuts even by Donald Trump standards.
Now Trump has apparently engaged in a world-wide search for all things six-sided in an effort to show that what he flashed was not—not—a Star of David. Those efforts culminated overnight in the joy of seeing Donald Trump hiding behind the skirts of Queen Elsa.
Because, yes, it’s obvious that a six-pointed star on a page also covered in snowflakes has the same implication as one filled with derogatory comments hung above a pile of money. This may seem like an extreme stretch, and it is, however it’s probably not be coincidental that Trump’s first six-pointed catch was Queen Elsa—he’s always on the lookout for a young, foreign blonde.
In any case, it didn’t take long for some amusingly chilly reactions to Trump’s tweet. Including this:
While the Clinton campaign’s response was sparkling, it wasn’t the only icily brilliant blast in reply to Trump’s literally juvenile tweet.
And of course, several people offered Trump some sound advice—just let it go. But don’t worry, Trump won’t let it go. He never lets anything go. He’s all rage, no catharsis, and by Zeus and Poseidon, if he has to get all Maleficent on everyone’s ass to prove he’s not a bad guy, he will! So just watch it!
It’s been just a month since Donald Trump secured enough delegates to ensure his place as the Republican nominee, and for a couple of weeks there all the little Republican dumbos were lining up trunk to tail to do the “of course we support the nominee” waltz. But as we close in on the convention, the party is less and less certain on its choreography while Trump vibrates ever closer to a door-shattering, kingdom freezing rage.