People are finally seeing Donald Trump for who he really is. Finally. Although it’s been obvious to many for a very long time.
An hour BEFORE things went all Kablooey in St Louis, Donald Trump trotted out four women (Kathleen Wiley, Juanita Broaddrick, Paula Jones and Kathy Shelton) before the press a la Michael Corleone.
WHUT? Are you fucking kidding me?! I can’t even.
I’ve been feasting on post-debate bones for the last two days. Not scraps mind you. We’re talking big thick soup bones, stuff chock full of marrow: NY Times, Washington Post, Daily Beast, Vox, BBC, Slate, Mashable, Twitter, etc… Even the evangelicals.
Finally the emperor has been lain bare.
Or at least we’re getting there.
The second debate — fyi — was no debate. What was debated? It was an attack, a live character assassination. A mentally unstable man-baby in a roid rage with the sniffles stalking a woman saying a bunch of words that every now and then joined to form a sentence.
And speaking of sentence (paraphrasing):
“I’m going to have my attorney general prosecute you once I become president and have you jailed.”
What the hell country am I in? Banana republic says what?
Don’t get me wrong, it IS extraordinary Trumps speaks in the parlance of an oversexed pre-teen and has connected with the electorate in the way that he has. Could you imagine if he had 2% of the ‘everyman’ charisma and decency of someone like Mike Rowe? He’d be FDR.
Where are you, GOP? Where the hell are you? How have you let this happen? Why? Paul Ryan, Reince Priebus, Mitch McConnell? Answer us!