Saturday’s Summaries
Welcome to my daily whimsies, mostly about things political. Grab a cup of coffee, sit back and enjoy the ride. Easter eggs and lines from obscure corners of memory may appear as points of interest.
Well, if Elon Musk isn’t in Pennsylvania stumping for Donny Trump. I guess Elon really, really wants Trump in office because he has the key to managing him. Can you imagine the wealthiest man in the world with unfettered access to the most powerful office in the world?
Trump is not helping himself to get back to that office, though. I guess that’s why Elon has taken it upon himself to speak for him. Trump did not do well on Univision, that’s for sure. He did not do well with the “women’s town hall,” where he declared himself the father of IVF. He left people stranded in the desert. He’s refused interviews on 60 Minutes, another debate with Kamala, and has canceled appearances all over the place.
It does appear that Trump has lost his mojo. He’s boring. He’s vulgar. He’s careless with what he says and where he says it. Let’s face it. The man is beginning to show his age. He’s due. Hell, he’s 78. Lots of people do not make it to that age.
So, let me see if any of this will affect my vote.
On one hand, I could vote for a prosecutor who is currently the Vice President of the United States. The one who, by the way, handed a certain Baier his arse in front of 7,000,000 people. Looked like she knew what was up in that interview. She sure knew how to deal with an older and experienced but still clueless bro just fine. I kind of liked her style. Same with how she shut down those hecklers the other day. “You’re in the wrong rally. You want to go to the smaller one down the street?” You have to admit that is classy.
Then there is Coach Walz. He got out and went pheasant hunting. Didn’t get anything, but he went. He got lots of style points with a huge swath of the world by wearing a plaid flannel shirt to a rally. That was about the coolest thing that could have happened in the world of the redneck voter. He still managed to tell certain folks to “Mind their own damned business.”
On the other hand, we have a whining, bitter, confused, vengeful old guy who likely soils himself in public as a matter of course, as though that’s his right. He has visions of grandeur like his plan to levy tariffs on anyone and everyone who imports anything into the US. He doesn’t want parts to be made in other countries for US cars, as another example. American, Canadian, and Mexican cars all depend on parts made by the other two countries. Then he bitches about the people who come into the United States to work and grow our economy.
I feel like that guy on Univision whose head nearly fell off when Trump said January 6 was a day of love. That’s the look you give your kids when they tell you they deserve ice cream so they can do better in school next semester. They’ll say things like, “If I have sufficient sweetened frozen lacticinia, I can’t help but make straight A’s.” Should a child actually utter such a wording, I guarantee that every father who hears that set of words will make that same motion with his head.
It means this is for Trump, not for the reader, that no one believes a damn word that was just uttered.
I kind of think that’s pretty much where the whole world is with Donald J. His invented stories, aka lies, are no longer relevant or even interesting. The only reason people are still voting for him is they’ve made damned fools of themselves over him and think they would embarrass themselves if they said anything that would question their worship of him.
Pride is a piss poor reason for voting for anyone other than prom queen. It’s no reason to vote for a President.