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88 long, dark nights for America: “… and I approve this ad.”

Eighty-eight long, dark nights to go.

Trump’s Daily Twitter Highlight: “I love watching these poor, pathetic people (pundits) on television working so hard and so seriously to try and figure me out. They can’t!”

Clinton’s Daily Twitter Highlight: “LGBT kids are perfect the way they are. They deserve love and acceptance—not bullying and violence.”

Daily election article of interest:  Trump’s plan for the economy: Scrimping on sense

Can an election bring about a calenture or is this schizoid political season just its delirium playing out in my head?

Obviously these blog posts are a countdown, a way of marking down each passing night before the election, but they do result in me thinking way too much about Trump and Clinton before I sleep, allowing them to infect my dreams. Tonight I’ll probably dream of Trump and a stuffed crust pizza.

You almost admire the brazen effrontery of a man who can appear in an advertisement such as this* and still think he can run for the highest office. You do know if he wins the White House he is going to turn the Presidential Address into an infomercial, don’t you?





* We also need to address the cringe-worthy sight of a New Yorker shilling themselves for Pizza Hut – a product no self-respecting New Yorker would ever let pass their lips. Eating Pizza Hut certainly does not reflect New York values; although as last night’s post made clear Trump does not possess the greatest of palates – he probably enjoyed this.

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 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.

94 long, dark nights for America: Everything personal is political

Ninety-four long, dark nights to go.

Trump’s Daily Twitter Highlight: “Crooked Hillary said loudly, and for the world to see, that she “SHORT CIRCUITED” when answering a question on her e-mails. Very dangerous! Anybody whose mind “SHORT CIRCUITS” is not fit to be our president! Look up the word “BRAINWASHED.”

Clinton’s Daily Twitter Highlight: “Why do Trump’s foreign policy ideas read like a Putin wish list?”

Daily election article of interest: Trump’s Slump Deepens in the Polls

I’m reading Simon Sebag Montefiore’s history of the Romanovs and this passage evoked a certain Presidential candidate: “In an autocracy, the traits of character are magnified, everything personal is political … personal life, played out at court, was inevitably an extension of politics: “Your destiny,” wrote the Roman historian Cassius Dio about Augustus, “is to live as in a theatre where your audience is the whole world.”

Everything personal is political, but for Trump everything political is personal. Consider his feud with the Khans, a Muslim gold star family, who spoke movingly at the Democratic convention about their son, Captain Humayun Khan, who was killed in service. Trump would have been well advised to keep his counsel following the Khan’s repudiation of him; it would have been the right thing, both ethically and strategically, to do, but instead his own insecurities required him to bite back. It has seemed over the course of this campaign that the normal political rules did not apply to Trump, actions that would have proven beyond the pale for more conventional candidates seemingly having no effect on him, his attack on the Khans, however, seems to be the moment that signals a decisive shift in how many Americans perceive him. Even Christie and Giuliani, Trumpian lickspittles to their core, but also politicians who know how to win difficult elections can see what a disastrous move this has been. If Trump wants to continue as his own attack dog, Paul Manafort should be encouraged to invest in a muzzle for his candiate.


American Notes: American Mother’s Day

AMERICAN MOTHER’S DAY: Confusingly, America designates a Sunday in May for Mother’s Day as opposed to the earlier Sunday in March that it is celebrated on in the UK and Ireland. This leads you to the awkward dilemma of debating whether you should celebrate the day twice. I’d advise yes – provided you can buy your cards on a two-for-one deal. American Mother’s Day is most noticeable as being the day of the year when middle-aged women across the country set out to scientifically prove that there is, after all, a bottom to the bottomless mimosa.