Did many of you dear readers have the opportunity to enjoy the rambling, fact-less, two-hour long drivel-fest polluting our airwaves, purported to be a State of the Union Address by our chief executive February 24?
It was interesting the way he pulled fantasy numbers and facts right out of the air like visions of sugarplums.
Approximately one year ago, Donald Trump was above water on immigration (+9.7%), the economy (+3.0%), trade (+0.5), and inflation (+0.2). Today he’s going down for the third time because he broke off the valve of his ducky float. Even though he can’t swim, he told would-be rescuers to keep away because he knows what he’s doing; Ducky’s just snoozing and he’s not drowning. The figures on how he handles immigration (-13%), the economy (-18.6%), trade (-22.4%) and inflation (-32.3%) and his approval rating are at a dismal 37% as I write this.
At a recent event, Trumpnocchio’s nose grew longer than a telephone wire when he said he graduated first in his class at Wharton School of the University of Pennsylvania, and even the professors there were seeking his advice.
Reports indicate that Donald Trump did not graduate first in his class, nor was he listed on the Dean’s List, which included the top 56 students (out of roughly 366) in 1968.
Looks as if Trump will do anything to distract from the Epstein files. It is alleged more than 50 pages are missing of FBI interview records and notes from the public release of the Epstein files. Maybe he’s thinking: Time for a war, maybe with Iran? Illegal? No problem.
Obviously it’s no problem for Trump. All he has to do is order Pete Hegseth to shoot first, then worry about the results later. Surely it’s easier than wasting time asking Congress if it’s okay ahead of time. If it costs the lives of a couple thousand of America’s young men and women (four as of this writing), plus thousands of Iranian civilians (a school for girls has already been destroyed), that’s the price we’ll have to pay, as long as two of those lives aren’t Donald or Baron Trump’s.
In five generations, no Trump ever served in the military, so let’s keep it that way. Bone spurs can be inherited, on a doctor’s note, anyway. A war will be misdirection, giving Pam Bondi time to come up with some kind of a reason why the 50 pages naming your favorite president were pulled. She’s good at that stuff. And Baron can go off and do whatever he does.
Quite a difference between our piggy president and president Volodymyr Zelensky of the Ukraine. President Z is out and about every day in a war zone giving hope and encouragement to the Ukrainian troops and civilians, while Trump immerses himself in Mar-a-Lago parties during which he can think about what country he should invade next to enrich himself and his family, with some reminiscing of how fortunate he was to dodge the draft by having his father call in favors from a doctor.
No matter what, his loyal MAGA fans will believe whatever he says and condone whatever he does, even if people die and the lives of young women and girls are irreparably scarred for life.
Even the Pope is on Trump’s case.
Trump deteriorates more every day, while the GOP Congress rubber stamps whatever he wants.
What do you think will happen when he’s backed into a corner from which there is no escape and he’s got his finger on the nuclear button? Goodbye, cruel world.