Trump wants to talk about anything but Epstein so I say let’s accommodate him. In fact, let’s talk about what lately has been on his mind every bit as much as the Jeffrey Espstein mess he’s gotten himself into. There’s a certain bit of music (and it is after all the 50th anniversary of Jaws) that’s been haunting his dreams, and no doubt a lot of his waking moments in recent days. Hell’s (or Sea Buoy’s) Bells, given Trump’s weirdly obsessive fear of being eaten by a shark if he had to choose between thinking and talking about Epstein or Sharks he’d choose Epstein!
Today is July 20th. For me this date on the calendar means a day of thinking back on the wonder I felt in 1969 when American astronauts landed on the moon and later stepped out to walk on its surface. I’m sure I’m not the only one who will spend some time thinking about that today. Trump however is made of different stuff, including inner shame over his inadequacies. And fear. One of Trumpty’s biggest fears is winding up like Capt. Quint in Jaws and being eaten by a shark! As it happens, THIS July 20 happens to be the kickoff day for Discovery Channel’s annual “Shark Week.” Please, PLEASE let there be some reporters gutsy enough to ask Trump about Shark Week and sharks!
We’ve heard Trumpty’s nonsensical ramblings about sharks, including that memorable moment in landlocked NEVADA, hundreds of miles from the ocean of all places. Far from the ocean but such is Trumpty’s obsession with and FEAR of sharks he went off on a tangent about boat batteries, big sharks and preferring to get electrocuted rather than eaten. He played his “MIT card” as in his uncle having been a professor so that means he, ‘The Donald’ is the equivalent of one. It’s funny as hell because he actually claims to have asked an expert about his theory and was told ‘no one has ever asked that before. Well DUH! No one else is as batshit crazy as Trump. See for yourself:
It’s been noted that at his darkest moments of his Presidency Lincoln was saved by laughter. That he had an almost physical need for it. So Gov. Seward would start telling him “stories”, a polite way of saying ribald tales and dirty jokes until Lincoln would burst forth with full-blown, side-splitting laughter. And it refreshed him. He was able to carry on. In this second Trump Presidency the entire country, hell the free world has found ourselves in need of a release from the horrors of the mess Trump has been creating. His absurdity, especially his stupid one over freaking sharks provides us a chance to have a good laugh at his expense.
It’s actually a “twofer” because Trumpty so badly wants to be a real dictator like the ones he so openly admires. One trait ALL authoritarians/dictators have is an inability to laugh at themselves. Worse, they DESPISE the very thought of people laughing at and/or mocking them. In some places journalists, comedians and others have been locked up in prison or simply killed for poking fun at the dictator. Trumpty is working hard to be able to do the same. Yes, he’s made progress with a cowed GOP and press corps too often afraid to challenge him. However he’s still not at the point where, despite the sweeping powers SCOTUS gave him able to actually have those who make fun of him rounded up and thrown in jail. Or assassinated by Seal Team Six. At least he doesn’t yet think he could get away with it.
I say let the jokes, and short stories about Trump fleeing the sharks fly. Meme makers should have at it. So should Lincoln Project and Meidas and others. Including our own ‘Little Engine That Could’ here at Politizoom. Again, the theme, the driving force is Trump wants to shift away from Epstein news. So let’s make the news about making fun of his fear of sharks! This is after all a guy who would never, ever go swimming in the ocean even though Marmalade-A-Go sits right on it! Hell, he wont’ go out on a boat either! I doubt you could get him to travel, within site of the shore with a fleet of rescue boats surrounding it on a freaking aircraft carrier renamed for him from Norfolk to Florida!
THAT is how terrified he is of sharks! Look, any sane person knows that the ocean has sharks and that most can be dangerous. Hell, the average person thinks the odds or being attacked by a shark are much greater than they are. You’re more likely to be hit by lightening. My point is that people don’t go around obsessing about it, and they even go to the freaking beach and swim in the ocean! Not Trump. He wishes sharks had gone extinct. I wouldn’t be surprised if he comes up with hairbrained schemes to have the Navy go around shark hunting. Poisoning the ocean (even if it means killing food sources) to get rid of them. So those adept at social media should start lighting it up with “helpful” suggestions to Trumpty to rid the oceans of sharks!
In other words, make fun of him. Surely there will be a a few posts on Xitter, Bluesky, FB/Meta etc. that will go viral. To the point where journalists will HAVE to ask Trump ‘Have you seen this?” He will lose his sh*t I’m sure. And provide more stull like that WTF? tangent in Nevada. Please let this week play out that way. And if Trumpty gets fed up let there be one, just one journalist out of f**ks to give who says “Well, you wanted to talk about something other than Epstein and it IS Shark Week! Did you ever get an answer to your battery question? Do you sometimes dream of being Capt. Quint sliding down the deck into the mouth of that giant shark?” The meltdown would be epic.
So turn your imaginations loose. Knock back some brews, or shots or glasses of wine to get the creative juices flowing. Make it clear that what you do is simply what Trump wants people to do, talk about something other than Epstein – and since it’s Shark Week and Trump has held forth so often on sharks then let’s talk about THAT.
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July 20, 1944 was the date of the, unfortunately, failed attempt on Hitler’s life. Saved because there was a table leg between himself and Thornton Stauffenberg placed bomb. History turns on the smallest of incidents. Not that I am suggesting an attack on T. ‘Twould make him a martyr and figurehead It looks like his health and \ or his MAGA faithful will do the biz
If a battery powered sharknado were to dispatch the malignant sack of cartridge Mr T it would be fin for him, in more freaking funny ways than imaginable. The genus of sharknado is possibly the deadly vicious deep sea lampoon.