Wednesday, August 16, 2017

Amazing? Yes. Grace? No.

Image result for john kelly press conference photo    The last time I saw a general with this expression and body language, he was surrendering his army at Stalingrad.  Nice work, Trump.

At this hour, the memorial service for Heather Heyer continues in Charlottesville.  "Amazing Grace" was sung, but not by the president.  Barack Obama would have been there.

Jaws that dropped during the "press conference" (or, if you like, prolonged monkey wank fest)* are being picked up and used for criticism -- Lindsey Graham, Orrin Hatch, Paul Ryan, Bushes 41 and 43, Marco Rubio, John McCain and many other Trump endorsers and enablers have decided that he has gone too far in his empathy for the "good people" who marched with Nazis, as good people so often do.  Anyway, people with what Trump would call "good genes," and we know what that means, wink wink.  Shock has spread around the world, with even Theresa May appalled.  You know who isn't appalled?  When GoDaddy dropped the Daily Stormer website, it quickly found a new host in Russia.  The Stormtrumpers won't miss even a day of directions to the next book-burning and dark hints about the Rothschilds.  Who's your daddy, Donald?  Well, who wants this country damaged beyond repair? 

Trump paused yesterday in his torrent of projectile stupidity to issue one of his easily refuted lies, that he owns "the biggest vineyard" in Charlottesville.  This led the company to issue a statement:  "Trump Winery is a registered trademark of Eric Trump Wine Manufacturing LLC, which is not owned, managed or affiliated with Donald J. Trump, The Trump Organization or any of their affiliates."  Forget the politicians covering their asses; forget the capitalists fleeing the Manufacturing Council.  You know you're deep in the shit when even your idiot son doesn't want to be associated with you.  It's bad for business.  Maybe Eric will change his name back to Drumpf.  Yeah, and maybe Ryan will get the House Judiciary Committee to work on articles of impeachment.  And maybe I will win the Tour de France.

"This was an angry, heartfelt appeal to his white nationalist base to stick with him, probably because that base is all he has left," Charlie Pierce wrote this morning.  I'm not so sure.  The "white working class" we're constantly exhorted to care about doesn't seem too upset.  They continue to drag their knuckles to his heartland hate rallies and assure the pollsters of their love, even though their lives have not grown easier and there is no sign of the promised wall.  They still howl "Lock 'er up!" when he invokes the demon Hillary.  Maybe they just don't have access to tiki torches in Pigfart, Iowa.  Maybe they're too wrecked on opioids to march anywhere.  Who cares?  Like a metastasized cancer, Trumpism is bigger than we know.  The necessary surgery grows more complicated and dangerous with every day we delay it.

*"I kept waiting for geysers of blood and bile to erupt from his ears."  Well, that would be a solution, Mr. Pierce.  Fingers crossed.



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