By David Glenn Cox
It is one of those strange Donald Trump stories. According to Michael Wolff, former Trump biographer and Jeffery Epstein biographer. Donald has been calling around his cadre of courtiers and clods, explaining he had nothing to do with Jeffery Epstein’s death. Strange, that subject would be so important to him, considering the scandal. If I were mired in such a scandal, that subject would be the last thing I would want to talk about in private.
It’s also strange because Epstein’s death was ruled a suicide. Does the president not believe it to be so? But if I were mired in such a scandal and strange death. It would be the last thing that I would want to bring up in conversation with friends and associates. Out of the blue, “You know I didn’t kill Jeff, right?” Something you would never read in an Agatha Christie or Sherlock Holmes novel. “Hi, I just called to mention I had nothing to do with Epstein’s death. How are you getting along?”
What would prompt such unusual behavior? I’ve cast aspersions that maybe king Donald was involved, but who listens to me? It speaks volumes by its strangeness. Only a guilty man would try to convince others of his innocence before ever being accused. And besides, this is Donald Trump. Does anyone really think you can bring him down for just one little murder of a political enemy? Republicans in congress are turning double back flips trying to protect him from the Epstein scandal now. Would any little old murder accusations change that?
What would it take to get congress to appoint a special prosecutor? Over a single murder? Trump would have to wipe out a small village, at least. If it were you and a close friend had died mysteriously and there was no reason to suspect you as the murderer. Would you make calls saying, “You know it wasn’t me, right?” it just reminds me of the Telltale Heart beating beneath the floorboards and driving the murderer slowly mad. Why else the panic?
Congress doesn’t care about Donald’s potential for murderousness. What they do care about is MONEY! And Donald has them a little worried right now. Firing the head of the Bureau of Labor Statistics has them all more than just a little bit worried. Trump trying to politicize the BLS is one toke over the line. Without the BLS you wouldn’t know where you stand. You would be lost in the woods without a compass.
It smacks of Kim Jong Un or a German Fuhrer who shall go unnamed. Wall Street expressed its displeasure on Friday and may well express it again on Monday. The BLS forecast was partly cloudy with a 50% chance of something awful. Wall Street will not tolerate it. Wall Street is like feeding an infant in a highchair. As long as you’re feeding them sweet potatoes, they’re happy and coo and smile. But the instant you shove a spoon full of squashed peas into their mouth. You’ll get protest and the stink face. This isn’t like shutting down PBS or gutting NASA or robbing millions of their healthcare.
Who cares if millions of inconsequential Americans are unhappy, or science is retarded? This is Wall Street baby and Wall Street needs the Bureau of Labor Statistics! Without it, Wall Street is blind and rudderless. If the numbers are bad, Wall Street needs to know it! We’re talking about people here with real money. Kill all the Epstein’s you like but keep your dirty little hands off of the BLS.
“I had issues with the numbers for a long time,” Trump told reporters on Friday. “But today, we’re doing so well. I believed the numbers were phony. So, you know what I did? I fired her. And you know what? I did the right thing.”
He believes everyone! The king believes! Case closed! He’s certain we’re doing so well that we need no longer to measure things with statisticians. It is insanely troubling, almost like something from a fairy tale about a king who could never be spoken to. But for Wall Street, that dog won’t hunt. They won’t risk their precious money on what the mad king believes. “Look! You can kill your enemies and screw the little people into the ground all you want. But this is Wall Street. Don’t fuck around with us!”
The numbers are bad and looking worse. 15% added to the price of a new Porsche or Mercedes. A trade war with Canada with almost nine million American’s jobs at risk. And you think Wall Street is going to let you cover that up like a turd in a cat box? The tariffs are going to destroy demand and fuel inflation. Friday’s jobs report showed that. The markets dislike uncertainty and Trump’s tariffs are pissing in Wall Street’s punch bowl.
Republicans and Democrats alike are seriously concerned by this move. This isn’t like murdering a pedophile in prison who has dirt on you. This is upsetting the applecart of the rich and powerful. Ford Motor Company says the tariffs have cost them $2 billion dollars and GM says a one billion. King Donald is playing with fire, and these are the people who could burn him.
The tariffs represent a 15 to 35% tax on the American people. The money only enters the treasury when it is removed from the American economy. And it is only generated by demand and demand is being crushed. Home sales once soaring are now lagging. New car sales nearly destroyed with rising food and utility costs. “You don’t need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows.”
King Donald’s popularity numbers are crashing. The public is concerned by the Epstein affair, but they’re terrified about the economy. Throw in a little stock market crash and watch what happens next! Donald is pissing off all the wrong people and they won’t take it lying down. They won’t tolerate firing the umpire because king Donald doesn’t like the call.
Donald’s actions have all the earmarks of a mad king losing his grip on reality. “I hereby decree everything is wonderful! From now on, every day is wonderful! The birds will sing sweeter, and the sky will be bluer! I command it! And anyone who says otherwise is fired! And never forget, I had nothing to do with Jeffrey’s death.
“But I don’t want to go among mad people,” Alice remarked.
“Oh, you can’t help that,” said the Cat: “we’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad.”
“How do you know I’m mad?” said Alice.
“You must be,” said the Cat, “or you wouldn’t have come here.”
― Lewis Carroll
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