Welcome to my daily political musings. Grab a cup of coffee, sit back and enjoy!
Don Trumpixote has a lot of dirty laundry hanging out in public these days. It isn’t good for his campaign because people are beginning to know more about him than they really want to know. The problem is that he has already been convicted of some pretty serious wrongdoing. The seriousness of his wrongdoing disqualifies him from ever being president again. He has to know that.
Yet he’s still playing the court system to delay having to face the consequences of his actions. Here’s something that he and his campaign are not addressing.
People are not blind.
Folks know what it means when they hear someone who is about to go down for doing something they shouldn’t have. We’ve all heard excuses. We’ve all made excuses. We’ve all looked the other way to accommodate excuses. But sooner or later, we come to the place where we have to sit cousin Alice down and have that talk or intervention. You know the one;
“Alice, you’re going to rehab, sweetness! Your kids are my nieces and nephews, and they are not going to have to suffer with your drunken abuse another minute.”
Or that telephone call between the kids about how it’s time for Dad to move into the home. He won’t have his car keys there, and that will be a load off of everyone’s mind.
Republicans, it’s time to have that conversation with Don Trumpixote and his squire Pancho Bellyacher. You need to thank them for their service, retire Don’s lance, and turn Pancho’s ass out to pasture. The hang that lance up in the rafters of Mar Lardo for all the world to see. Kind of like Bird’s jersey.
Then, take away their microphones. They really have nothing to say.
As Ms. K says, “It’s time to turn the page, 'cause we ain’t going back to listening about the Don’s exploits during his Jousting With Windmills tour. I don’t want to ever hear about what a nice guy Kim Jong Un is again. I never want to hear how honest Vlad is, either. I will not miss discourses about how Xi thinks Don Trumpixote is wonderful while he sics Covid on the rest of us.
Nope, I can handle dad jokes from Coach, prosecutory questioning from Ms. K, and press conferences without a reference to any ending of the world as we know it. I don’t need to see brown shirts who are very good people or hear any more anti-semitic rhetoric dressed up as exhortations to vote.
Nope, I think I can handle another four years of folks mucking around in the Washington swamp and the deep state running the government. The Department of Education is just fine. No matter what Elon Musk says.
That guy can go join JD on the couch as far as I’m concerned.