There are only seven (7, VII) weeks left to pull this country back from the abyss (though some reading this post still believe – at Donald Trump’s insistence – that if Joe Biden wins, Blacks will overrun the suburbs, rioters, looters, thugs and arsonists will invade our homes and (gasp) rape our wives and daughters).
As Earl Long said of similar warnings from the White Citizens Council way back in 1959, “You never heard such claptrap in your life.”
And this, mind you, coming from a man who told Bob Woodward he wanted to play down the coronavirus because he didn’t want to throw the country into a panic.
Yet, those same Trumpettes still insist on ignoring Trump’s fear-mongering while trying to sow the seeds of dissent and distrust at the feet of Democrats – the socialists, communists and fascists out there just lying and waiting for an opportunity to take over and take down the “Murican way of life.”
Somehow, I just can’t see the face of Donald Trump superimposed onto the body of John Wayne astride a horse as he rides to the rescue of the wild west. A golf cart is Trump’s preferred mode of transportation across the rugged terrain of one of his golf courses. (the very image of Trump on a horse is itself a form of cheap comedy, but that’s another story for another day.)
The Q-Anon types, those delightful disciples of Alex Jones, the Boogaloo Boys, Patriot Prayer and the like (along with the Russian bots, of course) are going to do everything in their power to convince the easily duped into thinking that a Biden win would be the moral equivalent to Armageddon.
Trump must be getting a little desperate. I somehow got on his campaign mailing list and yesterday, I received a “very personal” email from every member of the Trump family, plus his campaign manager, each one soliciting campaign contributions and some even offering me a signed photo of Der Führer. Others offered me a chance to sign up for a possible trip to Washington to be seen with Dear Leader and maybe even be photographed with him, all contributions appreciated.
It reminded me of when I was on Bobby Jindal’s email list and kept getting those updates about how he was being swept along with a groundswell support for his Republican presidential nomination (he never made it past the 1% mark).
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