Showing posts with label World War II. Show all posts
Showing posts with label World War II. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 5, 2022

August 10, 2020: The Hypocrisy of Donald J. Trump

 8/10/20: The Big Ten conference, a pillar of college football, announces that there will be no games this fall. 

No one would have been surprised if President Trump had announced that this was a “hoax” and insisted that all football players should immediately report to practice and sneeze on each other. 

In other bad news – indicating that the coronavirus is not going away – the American Academy of Pediatrics reported that 97,000 children tested positive for COVID-19 in the last two weeks of July. At least 25 died, proving for the hundredth time that when Trump talks about the spread of this disease, he’s as clueless as a corncob.   

Children are not, as he said recently, “virtually immune.” So, good luck educators, as you reopen schools this month.

 

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AS FOR OUR DEAR PRESIDENT, you know he was delving deep into the details of the school reopening this weekend…. 

Okay, not. He got in another round of golf on Sunday, his 288th tour of the links since taking office. I swear, I think he’s trying to play as many rounds in one term as President Obama did in two – perhaps realizing that polls indicate (as of now) that a second term isn’t in the cards.



When Obama golfed (about half as often as Trump)

Trump and his cult members hated complained about every round.

 

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“If 160,000 people had died on President Obama’s watch, do you think you would have called for his resignation?” 

Reporter’s query for President Trump

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AFTER A BUSY WEEKEND, Trump was back, “hard at work” on Monday. At a press conference he talked about the challenge we faced in turning back the killer virus. By way of excuse, he said it was a challenge unlike any seen in more than a century. “The closest thing is in 1917, they say, the great pandemic was a terrible thing where they lost anywhere from 50 to 100 million people.” Then he added, “Probably ended the Second World War. All the soldiers were sick.” 

The White House later insisted that Trump had suffered a slip of the tongue. He meant to say, “World War I.” But how does one make that kind of slip and not catch it at once? And even if it were a slip, it was wrong, and you would think the President of the United States would have a firmer grip on history. First, the pandemic erupted in 1918. Second, the Germans didn’t agree to an armistice in November 1918 because of flu. Their army had been bled white during four years of trench warfare. Over two million German soldiers filled the cemeteries and millions more had been maimed by wounds or disabled by lung-searing gassings. 

Trump’s wrong-turn into history was prompted by a reporter asking a “Fake News” kind of question. “If 160,000 people had died on President Obama’s watch,” the journalist wondered, “do you think you would have called for his resignation?” 

“No, I wouldn’t have done that,” Trump lied. (You could argue that whenever he tells the truth, that’s actually a slip of the tongue.) He was perfectly happy with the fine job he and his administration were doing. “I think it’s been amazing what we’ve been able to do [emphasis added]. If we didn’t close up our country, we would have had 1.5 or 2 million people already dead.”

 

“We’ve called it right, now we don’t have to close it. We understand the disease. Nobody understood it because nobody’s ever seen anything like this.” 

Then he launched into his lesson about World War II, or World War I, or for all he knew, the Spanish-American War. Trump was just getting started bungling basic history, and soon showed he was not only clueless but classless. It was six years ago, that Ebola erupted in West Africa. Trump seems to have amnesia about what he said then. When President  Obama allowed seven infected Americans to return to this country and go into quarantine, Trump was livid. He predicted “bedlam.” He called Obama a “psycho.” He said his predecessor didn’t care about the American people. Obama should have to “embrace” anyone who became infected as a result of his decisions. 

Trump howled at the time. He did say Barack Obama should resign. He said that when a total of 11 Americans fell ill. He said that when two died. You’d think he’d remember and be humbler today. 

Then again: This is Trump.

 

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NEW COVID-19 cases for the day: 

40,522.

  

FEBRUARY 2020 – SPECIAL ADDENDUM 

For four years now, I have done my best to highlight both the duplicity and the imbecility of President Trump. For today, I would like to quote at great length from a mocking editorial penned by George Conway, a Republican, a Never Trumper, and husband to White House aide Kellyanne Conway. 

The editorial in the Washington Post, is titled, “I (still) believe the president, and in the president.” 

Conway does a masterful job of using the president’s own words to expose the Orange Buffoon’s innumerable flaws. He begins, tongue-in-cheek:

 

I believe the president Made America Great Again. I believe we need him reelected to Make America Great Again Again.

 

I believe Joe Biden is “Sleepy” and “weak.” I believe Biden could “hurt God” and the Bible.

 

I believe that if Biden is elected, there will be “no religion, no anything,” and he would confiscate all guns, “immediately and without notice.” He would “abolish” “our great,” “beautiful suburbs,” not to mention “the American way of life.” There would be “no windows, no nothing” in buildings.

 

I believe it’s normal for the president to say “Yo Semites” and “Yo Seminites,” “Thigh Land,” “Minne-a-napolis,” “toe-tally-taria-tism,” “Thomas Jeffers” and “Ulyss-eus S. Grant.” I believe it’s Biden who’s cognitively impaired.

 

Conway also “believes” the 45th president has the pandemic totally under control, because – um – he says he does: 

I believe the president has “a natural ability,” like his “great, super-genius uncle” from MIT, which is why he understands “that whole world” of virology and epidemiology.

 

So I believed the president in January and February when he said covid-19 was “totally under control,” that it was Democrats’ “new hoax,” and that he was “not at all” worried about a pandemic. I believed him in March when he said he “felt it was a pandemic long before it was called a pandemic.”

 

I believe the president and the doctor who believes in demon sperm and the medical use of space alien DNA, and not Anthony S. Fauci, who’s an “alarmist” and “wrong.”

 

I believe the president’s suggestions that physicians should try injecting patients with household disinfectants, and shining ultraviolet light inside their bodies, make perfect sense.

 

I believe the “books” and “manuals,” if someone would just read them, say “you can test too much” for covid-19. I believe we now have 5 million cases because we test so much, and that the president was right to slow testing down, unless he was kidding — in which case he was right not to.

 

I believe that the president has done a tremendous job fighting the virus — and that he shouldn’t “take responsibility at all”— even though about 160,000 Americans have died. I believe the virus “is what it is.”

 

I hate to leave any part of this editorial out, but Conway finishes with a perfect takedown of Trumpian and Republican howling about the coming election – which will be totally rigged – unless Trump wins. 

(Trump basically said the same in 2016.)

 

Conway finishes with this: 

I believe absentee voting, where voters mail in their ballots, is good, and that mail-in voting, where voters mail in their ballots, is totally different, and bad — and will result in “the most INACCURATE & FRAUDULENT Election” in history. Except in Florida, where absentee and mail-in voting are the same and both good, “because Florida has got a great Republican governor.”

 

I believe we should “Delay the Election until people can properly, securely and safely vote” — but that “SCHOOLS MUST OPEN IN THE FALL!!!

 

I believe the president won the popular vote in 2016 “if you deduct the millions of people who voted illegally.” I believe he shouldn’t accept the election results if he loses in November.

 

(Proofreading and editing my blog in June 2021, we have to say Conway called Trump’s reaction to defeat perfectly.)

Sunday, March 20, 2022

November 11, 2021: A Quiet Veteran's Day at Mar-a-Lago

Former President Trump and his family were enjoying lunch at Mar-a-Lago this Veterans Day. As often happens at family gatherings, those who served their country opened up a little and reminisced.

 

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“I’d like to see those bone spurs.”

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Eric Trump had had far too much champagne. His words came out slurred when he asked his dad, “Di granpu ’ver talk about wha he did in World War I?” 

His stepmom gave Eric the side-eye. The former president’s dad was 13 when World War I ended. 

Eric clearly meant World War II.


When called to serve, Trumps don't answer.


 

Eric’s dad doesn’t drink and answered proudly. “Are you kidding? Your grandpa didn’t serve. He was 36 when the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor. He wasn’t a sucker who wanted to fight for his country and get blown to bits. He stayed home, safe, and warm, and procreated with grandma. He made a killing in housing construction, especially after millions of vets returned from the war. Some were missing arms and legs, and wanted to start families and buy homes.” 

Barron Trump piped up, “What about those men and women who never returned?” 

Don Jr. cut him off: “Good old grandpa. That guy knew how to make a million bucks, and then dodge taxes, too.” 

A dinner companion, John Galt, interjected, “Didn’t George Washington once compare money to the “sinews of war?”

 

Galt noticed that Barron, seated next to Melania, looked perplexed. “Sinews,” Galt added. “Without proper financing, without tax revenue to spend, Washington meant, a military can’t hold itself together for long.” 

“Taxes!” the former president snorted. “We don’t pay taxes in this family, unless we get caught.” 

Everyone at the table, save Galt and Barron, enjoyed a hearty laugh. 

“Yeah,” Jared Kushner said. “Ivanka and I went years and never paid a dime to the federal government. My own dad taught me that.” 

“Did you ever serve in uniform, Uncle Jared?” Barron asked. “What about you, Uncle Eric? Or you, Uncle Don?” 

Barron’s father spoke up. “Son, we Trump’s don’t like to get shot. There’s no money in serving your country. And don’t you forget it. Remember that loser, John McCain? Got shot down on a bombing mission over North Vietnam. I don’t like guys who get shot down – and don’t make all the money they can. Don’t be a fool, son. Don’t get sent to someplace like Iraq or Afghanistan, or anywhere else, to get maimed or killed. Only dopes enlist.” 

“But didn’t President Biden’s son Beau join the…” Barron started to say. 

At the words, “President Biden,” conversation came to a halt. Barron’s mom kicked him under the table, to get him to shut up.

 

Don Jr. tried to cover up the awkward moment, telling his younger half-brother, “Barron, no Trump in our direct line has ever served. We plan to keep it that way. We like to talk about patriotism because the suckers fall for it every time. I was 23 when the 9/11 attack occurred. I was young and immature. What did I know? But I knew enough to realize I didn’t want to have my arm, or face, or wiener shot off.” 

Eric winced a little, and shook his head to counteract the effects of too much drink, “I wa olee 17. I coul have enlished if dad had said yeah.” 

“Like I would have ever!” the former president responded. “We’re the ‘Fighting Trumps,’ right!” 

There was general merriment at the table, save for Galt and the youngest member of the clan. Galt, a college friend of Ivanka’s, was sorry he had accepted the invitation to dine with the Trumps. These weren’t the conservative values he had been raised by his parents to embrace. 

These were no values at all.

 

Ivanka spoke next. She could tell Barron was feeling bad. “Barron, you’re young. You might be idealistic now. You’ll figure it out. Trumps don’t fight for their country. They watch others march off to war. Your great, great grandfather Friedrich Trump, who first came to America in 1885, was fleeing military service in Bavaria. He passed the tradition down. Look at Dad. He could have gone to Vietnam and tramped through rice paddies and hacked through jungle. But he’s a brilliant man. He convinced a doctor to write him a letter, and say he had bone spurs, and couldn’t serve. He got…what was it, Dad? Four draft deferments?” 

“Five, honey,” Don Sr. replied with pride. “I just kept right on going to college, while poor chumps got drafted and killed, until the war ended. I knew I was completely safe.” 

“Even Jared knew enough never to enlist,” Ivanka added with a kindly smile for Barron. “He was 20 when terrorists hit New York City…” 

Don Sr. interrupted, “I was there that day. I saw the Twin Towers collapse.” Don Jr. nodded. He had seen them fall, too. 

“Do you think he was foolish enough to enlist?” Ivanka continued. “Thankfully, no. Now, Barron, we’re lucky. We’re all raising our families, safe and sound. We’re going to pass down the tradition to our children, and we hope they will pass it down to the next generation, and the next.” 

“Trups don’ sev,” Eric said, and then passed out, face down in his plate.

 

Don Jr. gave a cruel laugh, both at Eric’s fate and Barron’s childish worldview. “Come on, Barron. Get real. Dad made sure Lt. Col. Vindman didn’t get the promotion the U.S. Army said he deserved, after he testified under oath during the Ukraine impeachment. Dad insulted General Mattis. He trashed General Kelly. He said Admiral McRaven was a loser. You  don’t think we really care about the men and women who serve, do you? We only pretend to respect them so that we get what we want.” 

“Well, I’ve got a golf game in fifteen minutes,” Barron’s father added. “So, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got to go get my clubs and shoes.” 

“Dad,” Barron tried again, “did you ever get your feet x-rayed back in the day. I’d like to see those bone spurs…” 

Donald patted his son on the head. “My boy, someday, you’ll understand,” he smiled.

 

Eric lifted his face from his plate. He had mashed potatoes and gravy up his nose. “Wha?” he mumbled, and then passed out and toppled from his chair. 

After the servants carted Eric away, and his father left the table, Barron tried one more time. “Mom,” he wondered, “when I turn 18, do you think Dad would be proud if I joined the Marines?” 

More like he’d be proud if you banged a porn queen, his mother thought to herself. 

All she said was, “We’ll see, Barron. We’ll see.”