Emetic-in-Chief
I am already nostalgic for the week before last, when Metamucilini was waddling around Europe and the Middle East, stupefied and lost, with real leaders sniggering behind their hands. A week without shitter-twitter effusions of ignorance and dumb-assery. Christopher Meyer, former ambassador to Great Britain, spoke for millions when he wrote, "Let me be diplomatic --Trump makes me puke."
"You represent the worst of your country. Sadiq Khan represents some of the best of ours," said Brendan Cox, widower of MP Jo Cox. He was referring to Trump sneering at the London mayor's call for calm after another terror attack. The mayor's spokesman advised that "he has more important things to do than respond to Donald Trump's ill-informed tweet that deliberately takes out of context his remarks urging Londoners not to be alarmed when they saw more police...on the streets." Needless to say, this was also the perfect time to call for that "travel ban," though it isn't clear how sending Iraqis home would protect Americans from terrorists like Dylann Roof and Jeremy Christian.
Last week an arson attack on a casino in Manila left 37 people dead, and of course our leading expert on casinos and terror was quick to identify the perp as a terrorist. ISIS promptly took credit -- why let an opportunity go by? But they were both full of crap. The Philippine police inform us that Jessie Carlos, a former employee of the Ministry of Finance, decided to clear up his $80,000 gambling debt by robbing the casino and setting it on fire. (No luckier at crime than he had been at blackjack, Carlos was among the dead.) Still waiting for that "I was wrong" tweet. There's a significantly better chance that al-Bagdadi will post an "Oops, my bad!" video on YouTube. You see, neither one of them is ever wrong, which is the sign of a true psychopath. One sickens the world by trying (and failing) to create a fourteenth-century caliphate; the other by having been inexplicably entrusted with governing a twenty-first century nation. And here we are in the middle, puking.
"You represent the worst of your country. Sadiq Khan represents some of the best of ours," said Brendan Cox, widower of MP Jo Cox. He was referring to Trump sneering at the London mayor's call for calm after another terror attack. The mayor's spokesman advised that "he has more important things to do than respond to Donald Trump's ill-informed tweet that deliberately takes out of context his remarks urging Londoners not to be alarmed when they saw more police...on the streets." Needless to say, this was also the perfect time to call for that "travel ban," though it isn't clear how sending Iraqis home would protect Americans from terrorists like Dylann Roof and Jeremy Christian.
Last week an arson attack on a casino in Manila left 37 people dead, and of course our leading expert on casinos and terror was quick to identify the perp as a terrorist. ISIS promptly took credit -- why let an opportunity go by? But they were both full of crap. The Philippine police inform us that Jessie Carlos, a former employee of the Ministry of Finance, decided to clear up his $80,000 gambling debt by robbing the casino and setting it on fire. (No luckier at crime than he had been at blackjack, Carlos was among the dead.) Still waiting for that "I was wrong" tweet. There's a significantly better chance that al-Bagdadi will post an "Oops, my bad!" video on YouTube. You see, neither one of them is ever wrong, which is the sign of a true psychopath. One sickens the world by trying (and failing) to create a fourteenth-century caliphate; the other by having been inexplicably entrusted with governing a twenty-first century nation. And here we are in the middle, puking.
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