Ducking Donald
Donald Trump, who first entered my consciousness in the 1980s, has always reminded me of a movie character from that era — Ralphie’s tormentor, Scut Farkus, the sneering bully from “A Christmas Story.”
Farkus/Trump.
I bring up Farkus because, like all bullies, when he was finally confronted and punched, he crumbled, cried and cowered. All bullies are cowards, and the yellow stripe running down Trump’s back could be spotted from outer space on a cloudy day.
Trump is particularly petulant these days because his feral intuition is telling him something his sycophants won’t, which is that the dream of a MAGA restoration is crisping in the summer sun, turning black and dying. Because of this, he is lashing out and committing acts of political self-harm like ditching the debate he now fears.
Here is what Kamala Harris should say:
“I want every American and every hostile foreign power to understand something. When I say something, put it in the bank. I mean it. I said I will be at the ABC debate on September 10 because I committed to it, and that is where I will be. I am not Donald’s keeper. Like I said the other day, he is a deeply unserious person. He is erratic, indecisive, and I really don’t know where he’ll be. Maybe he won’t get out of bed at all on debate day. Tough to know. Oh, and these are the last words I will ever speak about the debate.”
Ducking Donald is the proverbial rich kid, the only one with a proper ball who runs home with it every time he strikes out. If character had a smell Donald’s stench would trail him in a skunk plume that made sewage smell like roses. He is as malignant as JD Vance is weird, which has created a political disaster for Republicans, who long ago yoked themselves to Trump’s ego, lies and ugly cause. There is no escape. Lindsey Graham will prove to be correct and prophetic. Do you remember when he said the following?
It’s happening.
The road ahead will be tough. Political campaigns are brutal, but the end is in sight.
A few weeks ago, before the delusion and selfishness broke, Donald Trump was headed back to the White House. Those days have passed. He’s quite upset about it. That’s okay. His suffering is healthy for America, and though I don’t particularly care, it might even make Melania smile.
Bravo!
Can we fail to note that Farkus’s hat bears more than passing resemblance to whatever animal that is on Trump’s head?
I hated Trump when I first saw him on the news when we moved to New York. In the late 70s he was always bankrupt, not allowing blacks in his substandard apartments, womanizing and not a smart business man at all and never has been. He’s a bully back then and always will be. I hope to god he loses and takes us all out of this misery we’ve seen for nine plus years. Every day every hour!