By David Glenn Cox
I believe there will come a time soon when Mr. Trump’s rallies will become counterproductive. Where the rally goers will all leave the amphitheater less likely to vote for Republicans. It makes me wonder about the quality of the protesters’ actions. Don’t push the tired horse; he can fall all by himself. The protesters give the Trump monkeys something to rally together and jabber about. Leave him alone and let him fail on his own.
I was watching scenes from Mr. Trump’s Syracuse rally. I always watch the crowd. As Mr. Trump babbled incoherently about who liked Cadillacs and who liked Mercedes-Benz. I noticed a man standing behind Mr. Trump with a perplexed look on his face. He was troubled, and he looked to be asking himself, what the hell is this old guy talking about? He appeared to be questioning his own choices as well, saying to himself, what the fuck am I doing here?
It’s almost like watching a building being torn down. Every day there is less and less to see until finally there’s nothing left to see at all. The strain is too great on him, and he can’t keep up the pace. His symptoms are multiplying while his powers seem to be diminishing. Mr. Trump announced he’s struck a deal with Vladimir Putin to obtain diesel fuel. Let me be the first to call bullshit on that deal. Currently, Russia is under a diesel export ban until the end of October. The ban was put in place because fifty percent of Russian oil refineries have been bombed out of commission.
Lines at Russian fuel stations are kilometers long, and people sleep in their cars overnight to obtain the scarce, precious fuel. Not just the refineries are out of action, but also the pumping stations and storage facilities. Recently, Ukraine bombed a pumping station that supplies Moscow’s three airports with jet fuel. The very idea that Russia can supply anyone with diesel fuel when they can’t even supply themselves is pure Trumpian fantasy. You’d have to believe they were going to build steel mills in Iowa or submarines in Baltimore or something absurd to believe anything like that.
I wanted to mention this because I’ve seen it several times now, and in several forms. I saw a thumbnail headline where the Iranian leader spoke at the Untidy Nations. I was curious to hear what he had to say, but when I clicked on the thumbnail, I got three minutes of Trump’s position and thirty seconds of the Iranian President. Likewise, I saw thumbnails about the debates in Iowa and Kansas. Two minutes of the anchor talking about the debate with clips of the Republican candidate speaking for a minute and a half. Sorry, that’s all we have time for!
Inside of that corrupted, corroding cranium, Mr. Trump suddenly remembered, say, wait a minute! We could get diesel fuel from Vladimir Putin! He has lots of it. And we could get potash from Belarus! It’s like a Disney animated feature and not based in reality. He can’t even remember his own sanctions anymore. If Vladimir Putin had diesel fuel to give, and that’s a big if. It would take months to arrive. Forgetting, of course, who is responsible for the current fuel shortage in the first place. Mr. Trump is lying as if there is no tomorrow, because there isn’t. Mr. Trump spoke to a crowd estimated at 2,500 in Syracuse. Even less than half the crowd size in Mobile, Alabama, and both a far cry from his glory days. Why would the Mongoloid media ever want to tell you something like that?
No one inside the administration knows what to say about Kimberly Guilfoyle, the Botox, bunko bimbo. Fortunately, with control of the media, they can smother the story like the Epstein files. Fox infotainment has said nothing about it. Who? What? The ambassador to Greece? Whatever shakedown are you talking about? Likewise, Sinclair Media Group. Owning 193 stations in 100 markets reaching 40% of the American television audience is also silent. What scandal? The rah-rah squad. If a Republican scams the public in the forest and the media refuses to tell about it, does it really make a sound?
Would they tell you about the folks leaving the Syracuse rally early? Would they show you the empty seats in the room? Would they mention Mr. Trump’s childish temper tantrum over not winning the Nobel Peace Prize, yet again? If you ever needed proof that Mr. Trump’s brain is disintegrating, this would be it. He blames Norway for denying him the prize. Like blaming Japan for a defective Toyota. The Norwegian government has nothing to do with it. It shows Trump’s mental disconnect, as leaders who attack other countries and kidnap their president, rarely win the Peace Prize.
Like a five-year-old who can’t have his way, he stomps his feet and whines and cries about the unfairness of it all. Poor Donald, poor, poor Donald. Why is everyone always picking on him? He can’t remember his own actions. He doesn’t remember attacking Venezuela or Iran. WHAA! Why won’t they give me the Peace Prize? (Stomps his feet) I want it! I want it! Give it to me! Give it to me now!
This is the message Donald brings to his rallies. Criticize others and take no responsibility for his own actions. Just make shit up! Day by day, the rallies become less lucid and more delusional. More animated and less reality-based, and less well-attended. “I am so great! I am so great! Hey everybody! I’m here! And you can start adoring me now all you want!”
We’re going to build twenty-five battleships and submarines. We’re going to build steel mills and jet planes! We’re going to build rocket ships to the moon and Mars too! Gasoline will be a nickel a gallon and Mr. Putin has agreed to give it to us for free! It’s going to be Christmas Day, every day!
“The Sun’ll Come Out Tomorrow
Bet Your Bottom Dollar That Tomorrow There’ll Be Sun
Just Thinking About Tomorrow
Clears Away The Cobwebs And The Sorrow ‘Til There’s None
When I’m Stuck With A Day That’s Gray And Lonely
I Stick Out My Chin And Grin And Say
The Sun’ll Come Out Tomorrow
So You Gotta Hang On ‘Til Tomorrow, Come What May
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, I Love You, Tomorrow
You’re Always A Day Away
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, I Love You, Tomorrow
You’re Always A Day Away.”
Songwriters: Martin Charnin / Charles Strouse
It could be the best advertisement the Democrats have is to just leave Trump alone and let him speak. Save your protesting shoes for something better. Never stop your opponent when he’s making a mistake. Never stop your opponent when he’s making a fool of himself.
“There is more beauty in truth, even if it is a dreadful beauty. The storytellers at the city gate twist life so that it looks sweet to the lazy and the stupid and the weak, and this only strengthens their infirmities and teaches nothing, cures nothing, nor does it let the heart soar.” ― John Steinbeck,
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