Trump inflicts capital punishment on America

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Five days after miraculously proving he could read at a second-grade level during an address to Congress …. Five days after reading out loud that “the time for trivial fights is behind us” …

… Donald Trump slid off his plush, feathery, steel-enforced jumbo Florida bed early Saturday morning, elbowed the help to the side, kicked away his bedpan, chugged down an ice-cold Yoo-hoo, snatched his cell phone with his oily little fingers and once again proved that what goes on inside his head, and seemingly constantly, would make a bat cave seem like a sunny place by comparison.

Even before the sun dared its first peek of the day at the wounded nation in idealistic ruins, Trump was getting into some auto-conspiracy theories robed in throbbing hate and delusion. In other words, he was tweeting again.

In a span of about two hours and seven tweets The Maniac in Chief took apart Obama, Obama, Obama, Obama, Obama, Obama and  …. Arnold Schwarzenegger with a collection of his best misspelled words and all of this while hanging upside down.






And, finally …

Trying to make any sense of what flows out of this hideous, gaping hole during these freakout sessions with his phone is impossible unless you are his bunk buddy, Steve Bannon, and/or happen to know the Johns — Miller or Barron. It’s a very exclusive country club.

Most of it has the rancid smell of serious, serious inadequacy issues, best I can figure.

It’s devastatingly hard for Trump knowing most of this country and the world hate him, and pine for safer and saner days when a real man ran things. It’s harder yet admitting it.

Much easier to blow your nose all over America and let the Republican partisans in Congress clean it up. They’ll learn the meaning of true love yet.

He knows he’ll never lose the support of Trump Country, but seems like he is inching closer to proving that point by grabbing one of ’em by the scruff of the neck and shooting her in the middle of 5th Avenue. He takes his narcissism very seriously, ya know.

Trump spent the better part of two years careening around our country like some hopped-up-on-crack, blowhard-caped action figure. GI Joke.

He flew into one building after another and set out to verbally destroy our greatest institutions and people. Trump was so punishing, so mean, and so vindictive even Dick Cheney took his waterboard and went home.

And at the end of the campaign trail of blood, sweat and tears, he won the prize. To Trump, the end always justifies the means — and by means, I mean, MEAN.

There were actually people I would describe as completely sane and thoughtful who closed their eyes, crossed their fingers, and somehow saw this all suddenly getting better because Trump  proved he could read and softly smirk for 90, nonstop minutes on a rainy Tuesday night in D.C. There were still citizens ready to give this real-time stinking mess the benefit of the doubt.

Are we done with this now? Better be, because there will be no more congratulatory gestures of thanks for your naive and dangerous civility.

Trump is not changing. He is this awful. He is this mean. He is this vindictive. He is this paranoid. Even if he wanted to change — and who knows, maybe somewhere in the pitch-black madness of his mind he wants to — he can’t.

He never sees the light.

This morning, Trump is doubling down on Saturday’s dark, shadowy visions. Obama is still after him. Arnold, too.

Putin is getting quite a kick out of all this.

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Lived everywhere. Started in Africa, then to America, then to Europe, then ... back to America, which lately seems to pride itself in going back. Almost made it 30 years in print journalism, before it all went bad. Really? Don’t think things are bad, eh? Who’s your new president, pal? How did that happen? Because it all went bad.

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  1. Not sure how you just did that, but I was laughing very much out loud – my dogs are still wondering – through so much of this… AND I feel like I just experienced a reeeally needed release of my mind-numbing anger and frustration. And again, I love your style of writing. Which is so wonderful, having already read all of Oscar Wilde – whose writing I love for the same reason. Those moments, tucked within sentences, that catch a reader by just enough surprise to be delighted and intrigued, even when the topic makes me want to punch someone (the oranger the better) in the throat. ? I LOVE THIS BLOG! ?

    1. The great Oscar Wilde just called. He is demanding a retraction.
      Thanks for the feedback and continually dropping by, Ms. Raeburn. Dark times call for light reading. -D. Earl

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