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The Blame Game 2.0

All I can do is to shake my head, you might not believe that it’s true   Jim Croce  Working at the car wash blues I’m going to replay this in slow motion, because it actually happened pretty quickly, and I want you to be able to see the almost acrobatic grace that went into this particular play. A couple of days ago, following a complete and utter absence of anything even vaguely resembling federal leadership since New Years Day, the governors of California, Oregon, and Washington state announced that they were collaborating on ways to simultaneously start the process of normalizing life in their states again once conditions allowed. The same day, the governor of New York announced that he, along with the governors of New Jersey and Connecticut were also scheming towards a combined return to normalcy. That number quickly drew to most of the Eastern seaboard. Trump’s response was predictable. His Lowness spent an hour steaming like a clam, while Bloomingdale’s Barbie whined in the background about wanting to help reopen the economy, and then trundled out behind the podium to announce that it was he and he alone, and not any stupid governors, who would decide when and how to reopen the economy..This was his imperial right cuz, the presidency and stuff. So far, so good, but watch closely, because here’s where the sleight of hand comes in. This provokes the governors to holler states rights, and since Trump didn’t helo to shut it all down, or take any of the shit for it, he sure as hell wasn’t going to take the credit for reopening anything. To which Trump grumpily replied, Fine, fuck it. He’ll proudly proclaim the country open for business again, and coordinate with the governors, but it’s really their show. Did you catch the palming of the ace-of-spades there? Trump threatens Trump threatens to reopen the government on his own terms, which causes the governors to tell him to fuck off. Trump insists he’s going to reopen the economy on his own terms, but leaves the implementation up to the individual governors. Viola! Welcome to The Blame Game, Trump version. If there has been one constant to Trump’s behavior during this crisis, iy has been to run like a scared 6 year old from anything having even the vaguest whiff of blame or responsibility attached to it. Trump is under the gun over the collapsing economy, and his falling approval numbers, he autocratically announces he’s reopening the country and economy on May 1st, which leaves his ass swinging in the breeze if things go tits up..When the governors balk, he restates his position, and then lays the implementation on the governors. Mission accomplished. Trump now has his scapegoats. Trump can parade around like some conquering pocket Caesar, announcing the reopening of the country to a tired and frazzled population, and when the whole thing turns into a cluster fuck, he lays the blame at the feet of the governors, most of them Democratic, for mucking up his beautiful plan. In fact, Trump now has himself not one, but three different scapegoats lined up like the spring lambs for slaughter. The Governors – The governors of this country, most notably Democratic governors, have been a pain in Trump’s ass since this whole thing started. They have held him responsible for their shortages, […]
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The Enemy of My Enemy Is My Ally. For Now.

Let’s acknowledge right up front that the people we’re welcoming to our bosom today are not our friends. George Conway III is a corporate lawyer and a proud member of the Federalist Society. Reed Galen is a veteran political consultant who helped inflict George W. Bush on the Oval Office. John Weaver is another political consultant who tried to give us John McCain and John Kasich as presidents. Steve Schmidt is the political consultant who thought the best choice for vice president in 2008 was Sarah Palin. Rick Wilson, another political consultant, gave us a truly brutal campaign ad that tried to tie war hero Max Cleland to Osama bin Laden and Saddam Hussein. In normal times, we would be pillorying them for the damage they helped inflict on our country. These are not normal times. These five are board members of The Lincoln Project, the “hive mind” of what the mainstream media has giddily dubbed the “Never Trumpers,” a loose coterie of Republicans who have taken what they say is a principled stance against the modern GOP, because it “has abdicated” the responsibility of serving the people and respecting the Constitution, “and instead pledged their loyalty to one person.” I agree completely, but damn, y’all. Sarah Palin? George W. Bush? Sarah Palin? Let’s let them explain a bit: Patriotism and the survival of our nation in the face of the crimes, corruption and corrosive nature of Donald Trump are a higher calling than mere politics. As Americans, we must stem the damage he and his followers are doing to the rule of law, the Constitution and the American character. … Congressional Republicans have embraced and copied Mr. Trump’s cruelty and defended and even adopted his corruption. Mr. Trump and his enablers have abandoned conservatism and longstanding Republican principles and replaced it with Trumpism, an empty faith led by a bogus prophet. … [Between now and November], our efforts will be dedicated to defeating President Trump and Trumpism at the ballot box and to elect those patriots who will hold the line. Yes, indeed. I agree absolutely. And in normal times, I would continue with a “But” or a “However,” and qualify this new-found resistance to Republican criminality and excess with a reminder of how they were involved and complicit with the high crimes and misdemeanors of the Bush administration and other nests of GOP wrongdoing. I’m not going to do that for today. In fact, I’m not going to do it between now and November. Because these are not normal times. The five members of the Lincoln Project wrote an op-ed published on April 15 that reads in part: This November, Americans will cast their most consequential votes since Abraham Lincoln’s reelection in 1864. We confront a constellation of crises: a public health emergency not seen in a century, an economic collapse set to rival the Great Depression, and a world where American leadership is absent and dangers rise in the vacuum. Today, the United States is beset with a president who was unprepared for the burden of the presidency and who has made plain his deficits in leadership, management, intelligence and morality. So they’ve taken a step unprecedented in modern American history. They, prominent Republican movers and shakers all, have turned their backs on their party and endorsed Joe Biden […]

FL Governor DeSantis Declares The WWE An “Essential” Business Because? Vince McMahon Is Greedy.

It’s getting harder and harder to tell the difference between Florida GOP Governor Ron Desantis and a street corner pimp. This is the Governor who slow walked a stay-at-home order so as to not fuck up spring break for either students nor the Florifa merchants, and when he did, declared Easter religious services an exemption to the ban on mass gatherings. Well, now DeSantis has gone even one better. In a stunning move of craven cowardice, DeSantis today declared that the World Wrestling Entertainment is an essential business, opening the way for a series of live WWE events that will place the health of not only the wrestlers, but also the fans at significant risk. But it’s the reason that is an affront to humanity. Apparently, uber douche Vince McMahon just can’t manage to make ends meet without Linda’s paltry salary as the Small Business Administrator in the Trump administration, and he can’t survive the coronavirus pandemic without putting on his shoddy product. And if Vince McMahon needs more Perrier for his hot tub, then goddammit! Vince McMahon is going to get more Perrier for his hot tub, and the consequences be damned. Believe it or not, there are several other professional wrestling organizations out there, and they’re dealing with the ban on public gatherings. Basically, the way that they’re dealing with it is that they held a mass crush of wrestling cards before the public gathering bans took effect, taped them, and are showing those tapes in their current weekly time slots to tide their fans over. But this won’t work for McMahon. It won’t work because he recently singed an incredibly lucrative weekly contract with FOX, worth hundreds of billions of dollars. The problem is that the contract calls for a specified number of live broadcasts, and McMahon is running up against the wall. And this won’t do at all for a go-getter like McMahon. So, what do you do if you’re an uber rich shitpoke who is on Trump’s commission to decide when it is safe for Americans to go outside and start contracting the coronavirus again? You call Trump’s favored two legged Fleet enema, and have him cut you a deal so you can schedule the live shows you need to keep that lucrative contract with FOX alive and ticking. It’s not like Vince McMahon is a captain of industry or anything. McMahon runs an abusive workplace towards the wrestlers, some of whom spend as many as 300 days a year on the road, loads up their contracts with all kinds of poison pills that make the wrestlers pretty much chattel to McMahon for the privilege of earning their living, and because McMahon considers his wrestlers as independent contractors, he doesn’t have to offer them health insurance in an industry that makes it practically impossible for them to obtain the insurance on their own. It was not that long ago that a really serious fan went out and crowd funded on GoFundMe so that wrestler Jake “The Snake” Roberts could get an operation he desperately needed. Roberts put out a video thanking the fan, as well as all who donated, with tears in his eyes. This is the kind of human Port-O-San who’s playing coronavirus roulette with the lives and safety of his wrestlers, as well as the fans he’s bilking by putting them at risk. And Ron DeSantis […]

Oh, How The Mighty Have Fallen!

I’m 63 years old, and my heart breaks just a little bit more every time I wake up in the morning. It breaks for the perils of today, that our current administration is so damn piss poor equipped to handle, it breaks for the future of my children and grandchildren, but it also breaks for the promise of the past. We used to dream big as a nation, and then we damn well followed through and delivered on those dreams. Franklin Delano Roosevelt steered us through the depression, and for an encore he steered us through World War II. Dwight David Eisenhower won the war against Hitler in Europe, and then came home as a celebrated war hero, ran for president, and instituted the interstate highway program that joined a nation. John Fitzgerald Kennedy dared the nation to give back instead of asking for things, and took us to the moon inside of a decade just to show the Russians who was boss. And President Ronald Reagan helped to bring down the Berlin wall, spoke of a shining city on a hill, and eloquently eulogized the courageous members of the shuttle Challenger after the disaster. And that is why my heart breaks just a little bit more every time I wake up in the morning. We are now governed by an obsessive narcissist with delusional tendencies, a man who has absolutely no empathy for the constituents that he swore to govern, nor the ability to effectively govern them. We are currently governed by a man whose own self interest far outweighs any responsibility he feels for the very people who elected him in the first place. And we are governed by a man whose desire for self glorification far outmatches his desire to do right by his people. Make no mistake, we deserve everything we’re currently getting. And I don’t want to hear any shit about the electoral college, we’ve been living under the shadow of that misguided constitutional error for 240 years. We fell asleep, Trump’s voters remained motivated, and the bare number of votes were there to seal the deal in the electoral college. Trump counted electoral votes instead of popular votes, and got the job done. Which is why I go to bed every night praying that we have learned the lessons of the past, because another four years of the status quo is intolerable. To know the future, look to the past.before the insanity of the 2020 election, relive the insanity of the 2016 GOP primary campaign, and the general election, to see how we got to where we are. Copies of President Evil, and the sequel, President Evil II, A Clodwork Orange are available as e-books on Amazon, at the links above. Catch up before the upcoming release of the third book in the trilogy, President Evil III: All The Presidents Fen

The Scales Are Falling

Notwithstanding the sudden stoppage forced by the coronavirus, if you happen to be unfortunate enough to work in an office with more than ten people, or a factory with more than ten employees, or a job site with at least that many in attendance, then you are highly likely to come into close contact with a pesky species known as the Trump supporter. Oddly enough, if you can get past that almost fatal character flaw, they are often really nice people, and almost considered sane in normal company. But something is going on with them right now. As so many other people, Teri is off on furlough right now. But the workers at Teri’s store are actually quite close for the most part, almost a family atmosphere, and so the workers are trying to stay in touch, especially since there’s not a whole helluva a lot else they can do locked up at home. Facebook is the preferred method, at least in this group, with closer co-workers augmenting their contacts with text messages. And there’s some frigging in the rigging. When Teri “likes” one of my articles on FB, she isn’t getting anywhere the “never Trumper” backlash that she used to. And just yesterday a coworker, a firm and solid Trump supporter, told her that she was getting sick and tired of Trump’s bullshit about this whole coronavirus crisis. And a couple of days ago, I stood in line at the local gas station picking up a 15 pack of beer, and listening to a couple of guys in front of me talk politics. The guy in the baseball cap and a denim vest told his buddy, I can’t believe I actually voted for that asshole Trump, and even worse, I sent him money! A rather damning indictment from a guy who looked like he was about to drive a trailer load full of pork bellies to Wichita. The cracks are finally starting to show. Trump’s approval ratings are down, as are his job approval ratings, as well as his handling of the coronavirus crisis. I have said repeatedly that I believe that Trump’s hold requires not only mass rallies for Trump to feed the beast, but the communal sense of spirit among his supporters. And now, they don’t have Trump friendly bars, or bowling alleys, or whatever to go to in order to congregate. And as a result, they’re left all alone, to watch their savior on television, with no soundtrack of cheering. In the past, when discussing such matters, I have related my favorite Catholic nursery rhyme, In order to keep your faith intact, make sure it stays unsullied by fact. These days, Trump supporters have nothing but his rambling, disjointed press briefings, with no populist crowd background. Offsetting that, they are besieged on the local news by their own governors, state leaders, and mayors, all giving out grim warnings and demands to stay at home and shelter in place. Their support structure is gone. And once that first scale falls from their eyes, there is no way on God’s green earth to glue it back in place again. To know the future, look to the past.before the insanity of the 2020 election, relive the insanity of the 2016 GOP primary campaign, and the general election, to see how we got to where we are. Copies of […]

We Liked Sanders’ Policies, But Didn’t Vote for Him. Why?

If, like me, you’re torn between supporting many progressive policies but not supporting Bernie Sanders and many of his “Our Revolution” candidates, there’s a very good reason for that. It’s never been about the policies. We’ve always supported some version of the Green New Deal, or Medicare for All/single payer/something similar, rectifying economic inequality, and the like. And it isn’t about hating Bernie. But there was something off about Bernie and his progressive warriors. David Atkins has put his finger on it. It wasn’t all Sanders’s contentious, “my way or the highway” approach, or even the toxicity of his “Bernie Irregulars.” It was what Atkins calls his old-school Marxist electoral policies. As Atkins points out, he and his fellow leftists have lost, and lost big, four times in recent years. He got paddled in 2016 (all conspiracy theory bullshit notwithstanding), his progressive candidates lost their shirts in the 2018 US House elections, UK soulmate Jeremy Corbyn got stomped in 2019, and Sanders lost in 2020 to an aging centrist who, until he clobbered Sanders on Super Tuesday, was running a fading campaign. So what did everyone get wrong? Let’s let Atkins explain it: What did lose unequivocally, however, was a certain brand of anti-partisan class revolutionary electoral politics rooted in industrial-era Marxist theory. … [R]egardless of leftist policy, a strain of Marxist theory since the late 19th century has posited that the left can usher in a socialist utopia by uniting the workers of the world — and that any cultural divisions within the working class that get in the way are the product of false consciousness and manufactured consent to prevent the proletariat from arising together to overthrow their capitalist chains. In keeping with this tradition, leftists who subscribe to this ideology see the hyper-partisan divides of the modern era as the ultimate artificial divisive construct, and are adamantly hostile to a political reality in which suburban middle-class professionals (regardless of race, gender or culture) dominate the party of the “left” while blue-collar rurals (again regardless of race, gender or culture) dominate the “right.” For the readers munching Cheetos, trying to keep the dog off the couch (good luck with that), and trying to watch a rerun of Forensic Files while reading this on your phone, let’s do that again in simpler language. Bernie and the candidates like him lost because they ran on a set of assumptions that were fundamentally wrong. (Hang on, let me help. “Down, Rover! Who’s a good boy?”) The “workers of the world,” for all of their differences, are, as the assumptions go, tied together by their class status. The cultural divisions — race, ethnicity, gender identity, religion, you name it — are just false and should be fought against. Are you still wrestling with Rover? Come on, just let him stay on the couch. He won’t hurt anything. Let him have the Cheetos. It’ll be okay. See how this is a failure? Race, ethnicity, gender identity, religion, all of it, are hugely important to us. LBJ knew it because he lived in it: If you can convince the lowest white man he’s better than the best colored man, he won’t notice you’re picking his pocket. Hell, give him somebody to look down on, and he’ll empty his pockets for you. But Sanders, with […]

Trumponomics 101

As the daily calamity called the White House daily press briefings becomes more and more entrenched in this national nightmare, I’ve started to devise a strategy to deal with it while keeping my sanity. When His Lowness waddles out behind the podium, I immediately lunge for the remote and hit “mute”. What do I want to listen to shit shit for? There isn’t going to be a single verifiable fact, nor a corroborative number in this half hour of mental masturbation, so why bother? I instead amuse myself by watching covidiot-45 trying to read from the paper without bending down so he can see the words. When El Pendejo Presidente turns the podium over to the experts, I turn the sound back on. I do this so I can hopefully come away from the catastrophe with at least one salient fact, and also so I know what Trumpenstein is disputing them about later. When Trump resumes the podium, I sit back, arch my eyebrows in anticipation, and enjoy the show. Because it’s in these unscripted question and answer sessions that Trump flails around like a guy in sandals trying to cross a hockey rink. That’s where the real action is, and once again on Friday, Trump didn’t disappoint. In response to a question, Trump described an agreement he had come to with the President of Mexico. Trump described how he had agreed to compensate Mexico now for reducing its oil production by 100,000 barrels a day, and in the future Mexico would find some way to pay the United States back. Now this was actual news, and I was stunned that The Toddler in Chief had actually laid it out in a comprehensible manner. Like all things Trumpian, it was long on words and short on specifics, but at least Trump had imparted honest information. But then, being Trump, he just couldn’t resist turning around and throwing a bucket of shit all over it. He went into a long winded rant about the global oil glut, and “documented” it with the whimsical “fact” that In some parts of the country, gas is at like $0.79 to $0.89 a gallon, which is so low, it’s like nothing anybody has ever seen before. Which is of course pure, uncooked tripe, brought on by the simple fact that Donald Trump has never actually gotten behind the wheel and driven a block in his life, which makes him the same genius on gas prices that he is on medical pandemics. Back in the mid to late 70’s, when I was taking my drivers license out for a test drive, regular gas was often below that level, especially when oil companies engaged in a price war with each other. But, back to our story. Apparently, the point that Trump was trying to make, which for his benefit would have been better left unsaid, is that the US, Russia, Mexico, and other countries are voluntarily cutting back on the production of oil to help to stabilize the price before oil hits a measly $10 a barrel. Trump pissed and moaned at length about the hardship the glut is causing America’s great oil producers. And that’s when it hit me. Trump is using American tax dollars, you know, like out of your and my pocket, to subsidize Mexico in reducing their oil production capacity, in order […]

A Campaign Like No Other

When one door closes, another one always opens Well, better late than never I guess. With Bernie Sanders finally getting around today to formally announcing what the rest of us have known for weeks now, mainly that he ain’t gonna be President, the 2020 Democratic primaries are finally basically over. And while Bernie tries to console his followers with the pap that winning the war of ideas is somehow more important than winning the war for delegates, the rest of us can finally get on with But thanks to the Republican party, if the Democratic primaries showed us anything, with the Wisconsin primary yesterday it showed us the future. And the future is that the 2020 Presidential election will be like nothing that has come before it..The corona-virus has already cast its pall over the 2020 election process, and that will only continue. At some point in the future, the corona-virus is finally going to start to recede, like a tsunami that has burned its energy out. But even when the country begins its long trek back towards normalcy, the immediate result is going to be anything but normal. When business offices start to reopen, there may be mandatory testing required, and the great cubicle reoccupation may take place in stages. When restaurants start to reopen, it may be with social distancing restrictions, with an empty table between every two occupied tables. And when retail stores begin to reopen, it may be with employees at the front door, counting the people going in and out to avoid overcrowding. But by far and away the last thing, the very last thing to return to normalcy will be mass gatherings. Things like movie theaters, concerts, sporting events and festivals. You know, things like mass political rallies. Because of the speed and ease with which the corona-virus spread, leaders are going to be abundantly cautious until there is an effective vaccine available for the virus. Most political pundits, as well as most of us regular political junkies will tell you that pretty much all elections are base turnout elections. But up until now, the most tried and true method of doing that has been having the candidate jet around the country, talking to the masses and ginning up enthusiasm. But in the age of the corona-virus, that becomes a less and less likely proposition, and the candidates are going to have to find an alternate way to engage. One would think that this would be a much bigger problem for Trump than for Biden. After all, El Pendejo Presidente gets his enthusiasm for the campaign itself by feeding off of the energy of 15,000 human broccoli screaming LOCK HER UP! But the simple fact is that in 2016, the Trump campaign took President Barack Obama’s groundbreaking work in digital and social media contacting, and took it to a new level, leaving Clinton and the Democrats in the dust. And this is the arena in which the 2020 campaign will most likely be fought. So, even without the two legged veggie party tray, Trump should be sitting pretty with his already battle tested and tried digital campaign infrastructure. And he would be, if it weren’t for two words. Michael. Bloomberg. Bloomberg’s company was founded on analytics, it is the strength of his operation. And Bloomberg has already promised that vaunted […]
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KellyAnne Conway Jabs At Joe Biden For Not Supporting Trump On Coronmavirus

You know, it’s almost getting to be the standard to lead off every article on the Trump administration with the admonition You can’t make this shit up. Trump’s lead Legal counsel, KellyAnne Conjob appeared, where else?, but FUX and Friends to take yet another slap at Joe Biden. We’ll ignore for the moment the fact that if she was sitting in her office in the White House, or on the clock, this is her 6,579th violation of the Hatch Act. She took to the airwaves to whine about presumptive Democratic nominee Joe Biden’s lack of support for the president’s efforts on fighting the corona-virus I think it’s really disappointing to have President Obama’s number two, who apparently doesn’t talk much to him, out there criticizing instead of saying, hey, here’s what we did that we thought was effective,” I don’t know, I’m starting to run out of superlatives to use when describing this workshop of broken and misfit toys. And it’s kind of hard to take Cruella de Conway seriously when her lord and master has spent the last three year demolishing every single thing that Biden’s old boss did that actually worked. But the Queen of Grievance wasn’t quite finished yet; Why doesn’t Vice President Biden call the White House today and offer some support? He’s in his bunker in Wilmington, and I have to tell you we’re not talking about politics here at the White House at all. We’re talking about ventilators and vaccines, not Biden and Bernie. First of all, politics is all that they talk about in the White House. Trump’s approval ratings and reelection drive every decision, not the public good. And second, Conway’s disappointed sob story take on a truly rich texture of hypocrisy and bullshit when you put it into the proper context. It was in one of the interminable and insufferable daily press briefings last week when President Trump was asked whether he had contacted any of the remaining living presidents for their counsel and advice. Trump’s reply? No, I didn’t. I didn’t. Because there’s nothing that they could teach me. Now, to be fair, which is a foreign concept to Conway, Biden has repeatedly stated that he does not hold Trump responsible for the corona-virus itself, that wasn’t his creation. But what he does hold Trump responsible for is the inept and pathetic initial response to the virus, which has made things much worse than they needed to be. So, let’s summarize. Trump’s talking empty head hits the airwaves of the Trump Ministry of Propaganda to bemoan the fact that the political opponent who wants to take Trump’s job isn’t standing outside the White House gates in a cheerleaders costume, waving pom-poms, and sending Kim Jong Un style love letters to Trump on how to deal with the virus. All of this already knowing that Trump has already said that he wouldn’t take advice from Biden’s former boss, because there’s nothing that Obama can teach him. Good news for all of you Roger Rabbit fans out there. Toontown is alive and well at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue. To know the future, look to the past.before the insanity of the 2020 election, relive the insanity of the 2016 GOP primary campaign, and the general election, to see how we got to where we are. Copies of President Evil, and the sequel, President Evil II, A […]

Restart The Debates!

The Bully Pulpit. That’s what the President has every single time he sits in the Oval Office in front of a camera, or steps behind the podium. Whenever the president gives an address, briefing or update, it is national news, and carried nationwide at his request, with network approval. You can’t buy this kind of free airtime. As with everything else in his pathetic, misbegotten life, Trump repeatedly blundered his use of the bully pulpit, especially during the corona-virus pandemic. Trump’s early press briefings were a nightmare scenario for the administration. Trump blubbered and bungled his way through an hour of free association gobbleygook and outright lies, which the media gleefully skewered. But while they were slow and clumsy to respond to the crisis, slowly but painfully the administration is beginning to have numbers that they can point to as positive accomplishments in their response to the virus. Which unchecked makes Trump falsely look in control and presidential. The Democrats are at a major disadvantage in this media battle. Speaker Pelosi can take to the airwaves to announce a new Democratic bill or program to help the American people, and take a pot shot or two at His Lowness, but Pelosi isn’t running for president. And neither Bernie nor Biden can hold public rallies or speeches with which to generate any media buzz, and turn the heat up on El Pendejo Presidente. But unless I went into a selective coma, as far as I know, Bernie Sanders is still in the race. And there are still primaries to be held. Pick a state with an upcoming primary, pick a site and a date, and hold a closed door, nationally televised debate. Just because people nationwide are in lockdown doesn’t mean that the Democrats don’t have to pick a presidential candidate, nor that the primaries are over. Besides, with a nation in lockdown, television ratings for a prime time debate should be nice and high. Start with one about the coronavirus. Obviously the entire thing can’t devolve into Trump bashing. But each candidate can start by going into detail about Trump’s response, then highlight how their response would have differed, and what the possible differing outcome would have been. They can each lay out what their own plan of action going forward would be if they were President, and compare it to Trump’s hodgepodge response. And I have no problem with either candidate drawing out legitimate differences with each other, after all, this is a debate. The next one could be on the economic crisis. Again, they can start out by graphically depicting Trump’s abysmal failure of common sense and leadership, and then parry with what they would have done, but more importantly, what their plan is going forward, again juxtaposing with Trump’s feeble bleatings. These could be held at least once a month, preferably every two weeks, as long as eligible states were still out there. This would give the Democrats a more equal footing in responding to the craven nonsense we’re getting out of these daily briefings. There’s one more thing that the Democrats can do to even the playing field a little more. This is just a personal observation, but from where I’m sitting, Mike the “My Pillow Guy” is a total flaming asshole. For three years now he’s gone around the […]

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