It seems the bile-filled, over-inflated pig bladder, otherwise known as Donald tRUmp, is about to hold an indoor rally in violation of Nevada law. Originally scheduled to be held in an airport hanger, the rally was moved after the hanger owners were informed they would be breaking the law, and subject to criminal penalty if they continued.
This will be tRump’s first fully indoor rally since his super spreader events in Tulsa and Phoenix back in June. In addition to the obvious threat to public safety, it also rips away the microscopic fig leaf his defenders were waving about during their shameful displays on the Sunday talking head circuit. The preferred lie of the day was that tRump understands the seriousness of the virus, but didn’t/doesn’t want to panic the country. The truth is that tRump may well understand the seriousness of the virus — he just doesn’t care. Feeding his voracious ego is more important than protecting the health and life of his followers. If he can get just a little bit of the adulation he craves, he’ll sacrifice anyone. People who aren’t named Donald John tRump don’t matter to him.
Every morning the first thing I do is check to see if tRump or McConnell has died overnight. After that it’s time to check out the good news, take Pressley for our walk (we are up to 4 miles) and chow down on some breakfast, in that order.
But, the fact that I start my day by impatiently checking for two people’s demise troubles me. As much as I viewed Dick Cheney as evil incarnate, I never did this while he was busy doing his part to destroy the planet. tRump and McConnell have taken the banality of evil to new levels. The vapidity of evil? The vacuousness of evil? Mixed in among all their catering to humanity’s worst instincts, they’ve coalesced around something empty and insipid. At their core, they have no heart, no soul, no empathy.
There’s an old baseball announcer, who’s been gone since the 1970’s, Bob Prince, who used to talk about something he called, “the hidden vigorish.” It means the force making a hitter who has been hitless closer to his next hit each time he makes an out. All of these crimes tRump has escaped are getting him closer to the one that does him in.
We’ve been saddled with a half-baked, half-assed, half-wit. He will not win!
Fifty Days. Sic semper tryannis.
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We’ve been hearing a lot about Joe not addressing the Latino vote in Florida. The tag line to this Spanish language ad is (loosely translated): tRump: Talks a lot — does nothing.
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