It’s Monday and I need to get a few things stated so I can move on to more important things this week. At this point almost anything is more important than Donald Trump. It is worth a minute, however, to note his fear and trembling at the thought of the correspondents dinner that caused him to avoid it again. Admittedly he is a terrible speaker who has difficulty making any sense at all as well as being totally unable to view himself in any objective way and a roast is no place for extra sensitive junior grade bullies. They tend to get all huffy and then to do something indicating even greater stupidity than we normally see. That is, of course, quite a statement about the Donald.
The fact that he had one of his campaign rallies safely removed from any major city is a standard indication that he is frantic for attention and accolades from the usual rabble who go in for this stuff. The problem is that this looks more and more like an imitation of Adolph who orchestrated great “rallies” as symbols of power. Fortunately for us and unlike the German example, Trump is unable to either write or organize himself in any way. The result is an hour or two of whining until he gets tired.
Things are so bad now for the Donald that he is claiming credit for the meeting between Kim and Moon in the, possibly, historic Korean summit. Since Trump had almost nothing to do with this, other than to frighten everyone with his massive ignorance, it is another case of national embarrassment. But, at this point, there is damn little pride left in this part of North America so no real harm done. As I've said elsewhere, if having a crazy old man with nuclear weapons shouting threats gets people talking to each other about peace, that’s good. Just don’t let him get anymore involved. And a Trump rally in Milwaukee is about the only place you could count on people knowing nothing about East Asia so anything he says is good.
Then there’s the Michele Wolff and Sarah Huckleberry dust up. Michele was nice enough not to say anything about how Sarah looks. She is, after all, a lying sack of shit and seems to enjoy it. You can feel sorry for her working for an asshole but at least we can assume she’s safe from the Donald. There’s a lot to be said for that.
If the Donald didn’t squeal with outrage we would know he was probably in a coma. The whole point of these roasts is to nail the powerful at least for some humor. Michele did exactly that. The best part of her show got no attention at all but should have. People pay the price for these assholes and wacko idiots that claim power. She ended with this: “You pretend like you hate him, but I think you love him. . . . he has helped you. … You helped create this monster, and now you’re profiting off of him.”
That is the sad end to the American story. . .