This just keeps getting better and better. After spending nine years paddling around on my water wings in the fetid swamp of Donald Trump’s brain, there’s one thing I learned almost immediately. The fastest and surest way to evoke an automatic, knee jerk reaction from Traitor Tot is through his ego. Since the day his older brother dumped a bowl of mashed potatoes over his head at the dining room table when he was llike, seven years old, Trump’s over weaning goal has been that nobody ever laugh at him again.
And today, Kamala Harris and the Democrats are laughing at Traitor Tot. And not only that, but Harris, her surrogates, and attack dogs are generating actual derisive scorn for Trump’s chosen wingnut hillbilly, Beggar Vance. And they’re making his shame Trump’s shame and derision.
And it’s driving Trump insane, even more insane and unhinged than he normally is. It started in the few first days, when Harris started referring to the race as the duel between The prosecutor and the 78 year old felon. Trump’s vaunted ego shield has been crumbling, starting with the NY guilty verdict civilly for sexually assaulting writer E Jean Carroll, and it only deteriorated more when a Manhattan criminal jury found him guilty of 34 separate felony counts. His ego simply cannot take this kind of abuse.
And now, with a few days for the Harris and surrogate attack dog writers to fine tune and hone their speeches, they’re going for the jugular. In her speeches, Harris highlights Trump’s myriad of criminal excesses, and then finds ways to ridicule them, earning ribald, sarcastic laughter, followed by chants of Lock him up! Lock him up! Then she swings to the real meat and potatoes of the speech, her agenda.
Likewise, her surrogates and attack dogs maul Beggar Vance like a tethered goat in a velociraptors cage, and then find eloquent ways to tie his extremist positions to his Lord and Master, drawing even more sarcastic laughs and shouts of derision. Trump is constantly being hoist on his own petard. And then, like Harris herself, they seamlessly segue into Harris’s plans and uplifting agenda.
Here’s the next line of attack to watch out for from the Harris campaign. Trump has been paddle footing away from Project 2025 like a manatee facing a boat propeller. Today it was revealed that Trump’s own, post presidency body man actually contributed to the contents of Project 2025, and his own, hand picked hillbilly imbecile, Beggar Vance, actually wrote the forward for one of the chapters for Project 2025. Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John. Bless this bed of nails that I lie on.
El Pendejo ex Presidente himself doesn’t seem to know whether to sh*t,-go blind,-or-wind-his-watch. In his early campaign appearances after Harris unveiled the prosecutor vs the 78 year old felon line, Trump was reduced to mispronouncing her name, calling her a corrupt, failed prosecutor, and nasty to boot. In a MN rally last night, His Lowness went off on an extended rant about the incredible number of failures by Sleepy Joe, and then tried to tie that anchor around Kamala Harris’s neck. He seems to be incapable of understanding that the ascension of Harris to the top of the ticket means that he can’t run on Biden anymore! Nobody cares.
I wrote a day or so ago that Kamala Harris was living rent free in Trump’s head. Well, at this point I think she’s starting to collect free amenities, like access to the unused Trump workout room, and that soft, fluffy bathrobe in the bathroom. Neither he nor the campaign can seem to come up with an effective handle with which to deal with her.
Take for instance Trump’s slavish sycophant House Squeaker MAGA Mike Johnson. He recently darkly threatened that the House GOP would sue to keep Biden’s name on the ballot in critical swing states. Conveniently ignoring the fact that no candidate is confirmed until the roll call of the states confirms the selection. and that even The Cheeto Prophet has until August 7th to change his running mate before the ticket is confirmed for balloting.
It’s all full blown hair-on-fire time in MAGA world these days. even turncoat sycophant Nikki Halry went public today to order her supporters to stop backing Kamala Harris. Yeah, right. Like if her national television fluffing of Trump didn’t bring them back into the fold, a foot stomping order will.
Trump and the GOP are simply clueless. I haven’t seen anything like this since a young Chicago Cubs reliever by the name of Bruce Sutter introduced a new pitch, the split fingered fastball to the national baseball stage, and rode the results to a Hall of Fame nomination. They simply have no idea of how to effectively deal with her, and thank’s to Biden’s late departure, the clock is at 100 days and counting. Tick-tock.
I thank you for the privilege of your time.
Pride cometh before a fall…man baby is free falling.
The word to describe the GOP now.
Clueless.
They don’t know what to do, let alone how to do it, or when to do it.
But it is funny watching them try.
Isn’t it great to finally be able to laugh at something?
It’s a veritable smorgasbord of schadenfreude.
I think the beauty of the situation is that the dems didn’t do anything to them. The dems merely changed candidates and now suddenly the GOP is clueless.
Damn. As you know I too grew up being a die-hard Cubs fan even though I grew up deep downstate in ‘Cardinal Country.’ I wish I’d thought of Sutter for my article yesterday about Harris being the fresh armed “Closer” to come in after a masterful performance by an older but still tough and crafty pitcher to finish off the other team. In my defense he DID sell out to our hated rival, the Cardinals. Worse, I was “designated driver” for a group of friends who wanted to spend opening weekend in St. Louis. By then I never drank more than one, at most two beers during an evening and none at all during the day. In return for driving up there and back and forth from our hotel across the river I didn’t have to help cover the cost of the room or game tickets. We had great seats down on the field between the Cardinal bullpen and the dugout and I could almost reach out and touch Sutter when he, to a HUGE ovation came into the game. I caught a massive ration of shit from my Cardinal fan buddies, just as all my pals had been ribbing me ever since the move to the Cardinals had been announced. I was dealing with “Brock for Broglio all over again” in my nightmares! So the smugness from Sutter about the switch knocked him way down in my eyes although damn – he still had plenty of saves left in him!
Something is happening and you don’t know what it is, do you, Mr. Sulzberger?
Forward? Foreword!
“Over weaning?” Overweening.