Never gives up. Never. Blathering on about this change and that change. Why change something when it’s perfectly fine the way it is? Just to be recalcitrant? Or just because he can, because he is the deity, in his own mind. From Raw Story:
President Donald Trump threatened to rename the Department of Defense without obtaining permission from Congress, even if it would run afoul of the law. At an Oval Office event on Monday, Trump said he would “probably” rename the Pentagon to the Department of War in the coming days. A reporter later pointed out that changing the name would require congressional approval.
Oh, brother. Rename the Defense Department because he doesn’t like the way it sounds. It’s not good enough, not proud enough, or some such nonsense, for the United States. Changing the name of something is not going to make one damn bit of difference because he’s already decimated our country’s reputation. And we’re not IN a war. Well, not officially.
“It requires an act of Congress to rename the Defense Department to the Department of War,” the correspondent noted during an afternoon event at the White House. “We’re just going to do it,” Trump replied. “I’m sure Congress will go along if we need that. I don’t think we even need that. But if we need that, I’m sure Congress will go along.”
What makes him so certain Congress would go along with this? Yes, Republicans have an edge, BUT, they might finally see how ridiculous he is. It goes along with Gulf of America rather well. (No, it doesn’t.) On the other hand, they’ve never pushed back at him so far, so I guess we can’t count on Republicans seeing this as stupid.
“You know, that was the name when we were, we won World War I, we won World War II, we won everything,” he added. “And just to me seems like just a much more appropriate. The other is defense is too defensive. And we want to be defensive, but we want to be offensive too if we have to be. So it just sounded to me, but really like a better name.”
Yea, sounds like a better name. No, it doesn’t to anyone but him. I wonder how long this will last. With any luck, he’ll forget about it in a couple of days, and it can go hide itself away and be quiet. Dadgum.
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Anything to distract from the Epstein files…