We may be farther along towards the end of this bat$hit e-ride in the political amusement park from Hell, which has been our lives since Donald Trump descended the escalator — and the escalator of public discourse just kept right on going down down down and we still haven’t leveled off.
If you recall the saga of Jim Jones and Jonestown, it was wild there and the handwriting was on the wall for quite some time before the actual kool-aide came out. Jones had conducted “drills” in the form of White Nights, when he would call for his disciples to leave their beds in the wee hours and talk to them about mass suicide; not as suicide per se, but as an act of revolutionary defiance.
These drills were considered tests of loyalty. Those loyal to Jones would agree to die for him and those disloyal to Jones were found out and purged. Trump and other cult leaders operate along similar guidelines. Here’s what he posted on Truth Social on Sunday.
Whut? Our feelings exactly.
Here’s another. Maybe they’re related. At least they were related in terms of the times of the posting.
“I don’t want to control anything.” I hope niece Mary will decide to weigh in on that comment with an opinion. That seems to me to be in line with Adolf Hitler saying he never wanted to stir things up in Germany. Oh, no. Quite the pacifist, that one.
Let us go now to Twitter to see what the troops over there have made out of this latest revelation of Trump’s.
I don’t know if any of you have noticed this lately, but it appears that Trump might be starting to lose his marbles. pic.twitter.com/fRcIKb0Glo
— Ron Filipkowski 🇺🇦 (@RonFilipkowski) October 23, 2022
Maybe it’s like this: Trump, in full Jabba-the-Hutt regalia, hangs out in front of a pool of quicksand. People come in and declare their undying loyalty for him. If he believes them, he lets them live and go get him a Diet Coke. If he doesn’t believe them — ping– off into the quicksand they go, nevermore to emerge.
There might be more missing and stashed in the secret hallways of Mar-a-Lago than a few documents that NARA is trying to retrieve. Man. How weird can this get?
Leave it to an enterprising soul on Twitter to give us an image.
— Jim Bradley (@jkbradley) October 23, 2022
Okay, class, it’s time for a quiz.
What does “quicksand” mean in the Trump lexicon?
- It’s his new hotel and casino in Moscow, the Trump Quicksand;
- It’s his code word for prison;
- It’s his substitute for kool-aide. Let’s see how many loyal followers he has now?
- It’s a coded message to Rick Scott to grab all the money and head the plane to Belize?
- It’s Letitia James’ metaphor for the effect her case will have on Trump’s life?
- Something else. See my comment below.
From the people who brought you “Covfefe” now it’s “Quicksand” wicked quicksand, coming soon to a swamp near you.
…”might be starting to lose his marbles”? Where the hell has this nimrod been for the past several years.
I think the term is relative. Trump has never been fully with it, but he definitely has pressures going on now that he didn’t have four or six years ago.
Yeah a whole army of prosecutors that say they have his number. The fat old bastard knows sooner or later they got him. What I’m wondering is why he’s still here. He should slip out in the middle of the night. Hell that lady prosecutor from New York is going to carve up his company like a Thanksgiving Turkey. The lady in Georgia is looking to lock his ass up. Hell he’s toast all over. I look for Garland to appoint a special prosecutor for New York to make trump feel at home. Of course seen the other day that they got trumps plane up and running. Now one reason here is that maybe he wants to sell it. But my money is on one day that flying junkyard is going to get fired up and headed for Russia.
What marbles!? Traitor Tot never had any to start with! His one and only brain cell is putrefying right before our eyes!