The planet is fine. The people are fucked. George Carlin
I beg that you’ll excuse for shooting for the trifecta here, but the more that I write about various aspects of this whole Trump-North Carolina convention kerfuffle, the more that, like onions, ogres like this have layers. And as I peel these layers back, I have found a very disturbing, and possibly disastrous one.
There’s no secret here. Everybody knows that Trump has rammed full speed ahead on the immediate reopening of both daily life, as well as economic life, at least in the red states, for one reason and one reason only. Because his voracious ego, as well as his dwindling electoral prospects demand that he immediately return to screaming incomprehensible word salad to a ravenous throng of the less savory denizens of Lower Middle Earth.
That’s the ball game right there. Everything depends on Trump being able to get back in front of mass rallies as quickly as possible, not only to soothe his shattered ego, but also to try to rejuvenate his base, which has been beset on all sides with no succor from El Pendejo Presidente. But whether it’s the convention, or a prior mass rally, let’s just take a moment to look at the underlying characteristics of what we’re talking about here.
Let’s just take the convention as the example, although any mass rally would do. What happens in the convention? You’ll have 15-20,000 screaming y-chromosome mutants packed into one place. They’ll spend 4 nights being regaled by the high profile likes of Scott Baio, Kid Rock, and Mike “The My Pillow Guy” Lindell, comparing Trump to some other deity. Who knows? Maybe even convicted liar and national traitor Michael Flynn will make a cameo appearance to lead the crowd in a chant of LOCK HER UP! just for old times sake. But the zenith will occur on August 27th, when President Penguin waddles forth onto the stage to accept his party’s nomination.
Now,stop right there! Because this is important. Let’s take a glance at exactly what we’re looking at in this snapshot moment of time. Let’s be honest here. We’re talking about a fat, lazy 73 year old man, who honestly believes that strolling from the cart to his lie is arduous physical exercise. He is totally self contained, dresses like a refugee from Outer Slobbovia, and listens to no one.
Now, let’s look at the physical surroundings where El Pendejo President is standing. we’re talking about 15-20,000 screaming acolytes packed into an enclosed space. There’s no fresh air to be found there, it’s all canned and recirculated. There’s a goddamn good reason why leagues like the NBA and the NHL, and even open stadium sports like the NFL and Major League Baseball won’t even consider resuming play with an audience in the stands. And that’s because they can’t fucking control the environment!
When Donald Trump takes that stage, he’ll be standing in the middkle of a coronavirus petri dish, there’s no way around that. And if it’s the Secret Service’s duty above all else to protect the president from harm, then they should be tackling him before he even gets out of the limo and heading directly back to Air Force One. Because the President will be in a clear and present danger.
Personally, I can only think that the GOP has lost their collective fucking mind. What are they thinking? They have already bound themselves to the mast with steel cable for Trump, plighted their troth to him and him alone. Let’s say that Trump has has unfiltered convention speech on August 27th. And then, on
September 27th, there is breaking news that President Donald Trump is dead from the coronavirus at age 73. What now? They’re already in trouble in Nov ember, wadda ya think their chances will be with a weak, toadying, spineless paramecium like Mike Pence at the top of the ticket?!? And the same thing could be said about 20 or so days after any one of his closed arena mass rallies between now and the convention.
Look, don’t get me wrong. Personally, I’ll be the first in line to don an asbestos mitt, and grab the handle of the frying pan that Trump roasts on eternally in hell. But I was raised that every man unto his time. And as much as I detest and loathe Donald Trump, I would not wish an accelerated end to him, I can bide my time. But from this day forward, that is the risk he personally takes every time he steps in front of the microphone in front of a massed audience. Dealers choice.
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