Did you detect the odor of diesel exhaust in the air? Did you hear the crescendo of a diesel engine as a bus drove off into the sunset? Did you see what was left behind flattened in the street, i.e., a person in an expensive suit, lying face down, with tandem tire tread marks deeply pressed into his person, not to mention his expensive suit? That aforementioned road kill kissing the asphalt is Eric Trump. The tread marks are from the tires of the Bluebird bus that just passed over him as he was casually thrown under it by his own dear father, Donald.
Eric doesn’t appear to be the sharpest bamboo spike in the pungi pit, but he has been sticking up for his father against all the lawsuits, accusations, and meadow muffins, increasingly heaped on the orange blob that is No. 45. An every-day, normal, father (normal here meaning any father but Donald Trump) would be proud of and grateful to his son for taking his side and coming to his defense. In addition, a normal father would do what he could to protect his son from backlash for his support, maybe even taking some slings and arrows and road apples in the process. So what did dear old Dad Donny do as recorded in his recently-released 479-page, seven-hour deposition related to the Trump Corp. business operations in New York? When he was asked if he was the person who was the ultimate decision-maker for the Trump organization, he said, no, it was Eric.
You can bet that if this question related to some positive reference, Donny would have said, yes, the final decision was mine and it was the best business decision ever made by anyone. But when it could be connected to anything shady with a potentially-negative outcome, it’s always someone else’s fault. The someone-elses end up as road kill. “The buck stops here,” are words never to be uttered by Donald.
Speaking of bucks, Donny’s former lawyer, Jenna Ellis, is wondering why she can’t get her invoices to Trump paid. She obviously didn’t notice the other 100-plus subcontractors and suppliers suing Trump for nonpayment of bills. I wonder what made her think she’d be any different?
Finally (?), because Trump can’t keep his mouth shut, E. Jean Carroll won her defamation case in court against Dum-Dum Donny for a second time. She didn’t even need any new evidence. This method is called, “collateral estoppel,” which means, “I’ll take the five million in large bills.”
Whenever I think I’m done writing about Trump, something else, such as the videos of his cheating in golf, pops up, and I just can’t let it pass. Sorry. But did you see what happened when he showed up at the Iowa vs. Iowa State football game in Ames, Iowa? It was an unwelcome surprise for Donald, loudly a mixed crowd reaction, dominated by boos and many two-handed one-finger salutes, the universal sign of, “Sorry, but I disagree with your choice to live on this planet.”
You see? This bit of Trump wacky-ness couldn’t come my way without a comment. It’s like a triple-chocolate sundae placed in front of me when I’m trying to give up chocolate. Spoon or not, I’m going for it. In the meantime, I’m waiting for the giant (by giant I mean twice the size of Chris Christie) Asteroid of Death to strike Earth, which will be the Universe’s way of throwing us all under the bus and any concerns I’ve addressed here will be moot. As will I.