Has the dial in the juggernaut Trump campaign slipped
from blow-them-all-up to self-destruct? Is it plowing through the guardrails? Is
there a satisfying CGI-type all-consuming firestorm ahead, you know, the kind where
flailing survivors run fast as they can from the explosion right behind them?
One can hope. There are signs.
Trump's hideous attack on Gold Star mother and father Ghazala and
Khizr Khan is not doing him any good. Even he, who knows next to nothing and delights
in that condition, might have picked up on that.
John McCain, who pipped barely a squeak when Trump insulted him
personally as the kind of soldier he didn't like, the kind who got captured, the
loser, denounced Trump — sort of, softly, almost so you wouldn't know it. His
statement included the following: "I claim no moral superiority over
Donald Trump."
How not? Huh? Too bad you don't claim moral superiority over Trump. Is
it like this: the North Vietnamese imprisoned and tortured you for years, so what
can Donald Trump do to compare? Compared to the N. Vietnamese, can Donald break
you?
Can he get you to say, Republican that I am, I withdraw my endorsement!
Get you to say: Don't vote for him! To give this shit control over
the greatest armament, the most massive assortment of WMDs the world has ever
known, is nuts! Don't!
Because what do you or the likes of Paul Ryan fear more, what's more
important, nuclear Holocaust, or Hillary Clinton filling Supreme Court
vacancies, Armageddon or Roe v. Wade?
Your timidity and pip squeakiness speak volumes for you.
Let history judge you and your kind, assuming Trump doesn't win and blow
the world up; assuming, that is, we get the benefit of a little more history.
All that in its way is trivial compared to a sign that Trump is
running on and out of fumes.
He appointed Omarosa Manigault as head of his campaign's African-American
Outreach initiative.
Do you remember Omarosa from The Apprentice? I do. Used to watch,
before Trump became the overriding candidate of doom, chaos, war, and death.
Before that, she was the apprentice from hell, breaking every commitment she
made, a scheming dominatrix of sorts, but always subservient, to her lord and master,
The Donald, always slipping off submissively when she was fired, which she was three
times from versions of The Apprentice. Cause she couldn't do anything right. Could
insult, taunt, bully, threaten to slug it out but then not carry out a single
simple task.
Remind you of anybody?
What I like about Omarosa being named head of Trump's African-American
Outreach initiative is, well, that it's funny, it gives me a chuckle, and then
that it brings Trump back to his roots in reality tube, where I hope he will
crash and burn.
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