Trump, looking mad as a coot and wheezing faintly, made up for the lack of public appearances he has made lately by offering an hour of his time to reporters at Mar-A-Lago. It was awkward. Usually, Trump is one burnt-ochre joker, projecting bravado and landing insults--even if he's vague on policy or leery of answering questions directly. Here, he seemed pale, tired, sandbagged by recent events.
Among weird damn things he said: he might have confused Jerry Brown and Willie Brown in a story about a helicopter ride. Both gentlemen have the same last name and are longstanding figures in California politics but there are some differences. Trump never told Willie Brown to rake the damn forest to prevent fires, for example. (I know Trump alleges he has survivor's guilt over a tragic helicopter ride from like 30 years ago or so, but that's about another coast entirely.)
He sadly whinged on about how President Joe Biden must be feeling--with his "presidency stollen" (I swear!) from him. Shades of this post on his FAILING! Truth Social:
He thinks he can make Biden mad enough to come pouncing back into the race because he assumes anyone can be "baited by a Tweet" as it were. He still doesn't understand how the Democratic Party came to the decision Trump had to be stopped. But note the way he says Biden's "presidency was Unconstitutionally stolen"--that isn't what happened to Biden. Biden is still president. Trump is talking about himself. He is projecting.
He also has a lot to say about crowd sizes. He packed them in more than Obama and MLK. More than Harris and Walz. More than the Beatles in their prime. Bigger than Woodstock. We're talking "Hands Across America", except if it wasn't America, but the United Federation of Planets. (I'm just going off. He didn't actually promise peace between Romulans and Vulcans in our time.)
Trump said his polls still show him ahead (they don't). His campaign's biggest presence is JD Vance, touring the parking lots of swing states (for bigger crowds he might want to tape bread to his jacket to also attract seagulls) who is trying as a veteran to Swiftboat Tim Walz while assailing VP Harris' identity as a biracial woman as a man with biracial kids. While he measures the drapes on Air Force 2.
Maybe it still hasn't sunk in in TrumpWorld that Neckbeard Chamberlain is like Tom Cotton and Ted Cruz managed to have an awkward circle jerk baby raised on culture war. (Maybe it has, and Vance should stay up nights thinking about that.) And that that would not actually be a good thing.
I know the Kevin Roberts book that Vance wrote the foreword for has been delayed release until after the election. I know I'm not stopping making dumb couch jokes while Vance supports the idiot behind Pizzagate. He is a douche who texted with Chuck Johnson, after all. If you think sectional relations is bad news, let me introduce you to holocaust denial and frazzledrip.
So yeah--what happens to a MAGA dream deferred? Does it go on like a blister in the sun? (Little hands I know you're the one!) Does it implode?
I very much wish it would. And put us all out of Trump's pathetic misery.
2 comments:
wow. points for the violent femmes reference.
"body in crouch, i stain my couch, my bravado, all pretend;
i'm a slob and a slouch, your brain says, "OUCH!" and you want this campaign to end..."
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