This image is what I remember as a kid when the old black and white TV was turned off for the night. Remember those old sets? They had solid wood cabinets and those big cathode ray tubes that glowed with a purple halo out the back of the set. That always fascinated me, that glow. There was something of science, of a laboratory about it. Now it’s all solid state circuitry and digital everything and the romance of those original TVs is a thing of the past. But the finality of that tube going out at night is what crossed my mind, here on Election Eve, as Donald Trump’s show edges towards its official cancellation. He’s dying on his feet, as any stand up comic or stage actor can tell you. He’s totally lost the room and he’s so far out of it that he can’t compensate and get it back.

They’re silent as the grave — which is maybe because they’re cued into thinking about the grave by a candidate who uses the Undertaker’s Theme to make an entrance.

Are you keeping score? Because so far he wants to: “Hit” Michelle Obama, he’s dissing Nancy Pelosi and here’s what he’s wishing on Kamala.

And you notice the pink hats and the pink Women For Trump signs are now right there in front of the camera? Fine. Let’s see what good it does. The rest of the rally is equally stupid and again, at this point, we’re just walking through the end scenes of a very boring movie.

Trump goes on about the tariffs he’s going to levy against Mexico, he goes on about how good French fries, his usual gibberish.

Two more of these and we’re done. And then tomorrow night, early we hope, Trump will be done. The Trump show will be over and the TV set will go dark. And then another, better show will begin, The Apprentice: Accountability and Prison.

 

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    • I’m in my latter sixties now and disabled. The neuropathy in my feet and lower legs is such that I have near falls and falls every day. I’ve learned how to get around my apt. so that most of the time I’m able to either catch myself before keeling over and hitting the floor hard, or at least use a wall to slide down softly. But sometimes I fall HARD. A year ago there was enough damage to a foot sustatined during a fall I wound up in the VA Hospital out in Durham for a bit. I’ve never been the same since. For years I’d already relied on a cane or walker whenever outside my apt. and some days when things are especially tough us a cane IN my apt.

      For all that I’d LOVE to meet Trump in the ring and without even my cane for balance. Boxing gloves optional. Personally I’d prefer bare knuckle. Even with all my issues I’d be able to leave him bleeding and crying like a baby on the canvass. If some MAGA who comes here to “monitor” us wants to pass it along please free to tell Trump (show him this in fact) on my behalf he’s WAY too much of a pussy to take me up on my challenge. In your hearts you MAGAs know it too. As for me if I were to fall because Trump went down too easily from a punch and my follow through made me lose balance so what? At least I’d have some help getting back up for a change. This ole jarhead and onetime pretty fair ballplayer has been through far worse!

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