Welcome to reality Beggar Vance. After months of being able to say insane sh*t, and then just shrug it off with a sappy redneck smile and a Gomer Pyle, Gollly Geeee!, or doubling down in front of a tame audience, The Hillbilly Imbecile finally got his baptism by fire.
Apparently even the Trump campaign, or at least the Beggar Vance wing of it seems to realize that a President aiming the US military on US citizens who just happen to disagree with him wasn’t playing well with the most important voters in the world for his graven Idol, Vance took it on himself to try to clean up his boss’s mess.
In an appearance today Vance was asked if Traitor Tot really wanted to turn US active military troops loose on US citizens, and Vance got a disgusted look on his face, shook his head and replied, Of course not! The boos started raining down on the stage. Vance tried to restore order with, No, I’m glad this question was asked, because it’s important as the boos intensified. At which point Vance scurried back off to a neutral corner and tried to start over.
I can’t actually figure out whether or not Vance finally figured out what a crucible he tied himself to with Traitor Tot, or if he’s deluding himself into thinking that there were liberal *ssholes agitating in his allegedly tame crowd. Either way it only gets worse from here.
What Vance fails to realize, willingly or otherwise, is the mental state of the inbred rednecks and goose steppers in that audience today. These IQ deprived oafs are Trump’s base, and as such his base. And those drooling losers want Trump to turn GI Joe loose on BLM protesters, pink pussy hat clowns, and libruls protesting his racist policies. That’s why they show up at these rallies in the first place!
And that’s the Mobius Loop that the Trump campaign is stuck in for the last 19 days. Trump is going to continue to say every batsh*t insane thing he can think of to try to ooze out every last MAGAt to the polls, while Trump surrogates, which number only Vance, and now you know why, keep plodding along after him with a broom, shovel, and wheelie garbage can trying to clean up the mess, and attract a few of those precious soft and independent voters. And get booed off the stage for their trouble. What a way to run a railroad.
I thank you for the privilege of your time.
What? Springtime For Hitler In Germany isn’t playing well? Maybe Dick Shawn could pull it off. Poor JD. He needs to act like Arlo Guthrie when he saw the army psychiatrist in Alice’s Restaurant. In front of the Maga crowd just jump up and down yelling KILL…KILL…KILL! That’s the ticket.
See this little tube I’m holding? Just stick your index fingers into each end of it. Don’t worry, it’ll be fine. Go ahead and stick your fingers in. That’s right. Good boy.
Dang, Murf, your column was the icing on top of the cake of the title you chose. As my husband says, niiiiiiiiiiice.