91 long, dark nights for America: Trump as wit
Ninety-one long, dark nights to go.
Trump’s Daily Twitter Highlight: “I am running against the Washington insiders, just like I did in the Republican Primaries. These are the people that have made U.S. a mess!”
Clinton’s Daily Twitter Highlight: “Here’s the sad truth: There is no other Donald Trump. This is it.”
Daily election article of interest: The Polls Aren’t Skewed: Trump Really Is Losing Badly
And as the head hits the pillow, let tonight’s night fever dream center around the comforting truth that a major party’s Presidential candidate is advocating armed insurrection and political assassination should he lose. This is not a candidate whose natural constituency is the Fox News viewer, this is a man who is, at present, impressing InfoWars.com conspiracy theorists.
“… and if she gets to pick—if she gets to pick her judges*, nothing you can do, folks, although the Second Amendment people, maybe there is, I don’t know.”
The spin is that Trump is joking. Perhaps that is true. Who can truly know what is happening underneath that fussily thatched dome of his? So let’s do what Trump would never do for us and give him the benefit of the doubt on this. I’m not convinced, but, hey, let’s indulge on that point. If Trump is merely joking then we discover him (once again) for the asshole that he is. We see that his natural propinquity is with the idiot hauled off for questioning after making a lamebrained bomb joke in the airport security line, that he “gets” the guy who anonymously tweets threats at public figures, that his inner child is the douchey neighborhood kid who has spent his pre-teen years perfecting the flaming bag of dog turds prank.
But the problem with jokes – and particularly the problem with unfunny, angry jokes delivered not by comedians or satirists but by a politician standing at a lectern at their own campaign rally is that not everyone gets in those surrounding that you’re not actually making a political statement. The joke isn’t funny anymore.
*Re: Judges. Does anyone know what Merrrick Garland has actually been up to since Obama put his name forward for the Supreme Court? I like to think that he’s in some sort of purgatorial waiting room – a sort of horrid hybrid of a Delta Airline lounge and a DMV office – where he’s just thumbing through old copies of National Geographic wondering if anyone will come to fetch him. Occasionally he hums the melody of American Pie to himself.