AP Fails, Weiner Sexts, And Something Wicked This Way Comes. What Will Donald Say?!?
Trump again. I know. I'm obsessed with who he is, how he got here, where he's going, and who's going down with him. Day by day, in every way, it's as if the planet has tilted and those of us still upright are experiencing an existential vertigo. (In other words, "What the hell is happening??")
In a matter of a precious few months Donald Trump vanquished more than a dozen barely worthy but infinitely better opponents and now he's as astonished as anyone that it's looking less like a political coup and more like a damned junta!
He's the general in charge of an army of rapscallions and scalawags just itching to start the looting and pillaging. But forget all that! He, Donald J. Trump of Donald J. Trump fame, gets to be the general!
It's the power of positive thinking gone ballistic. It worked! The man is at the top of his game--a bigger con game than even he, Donald J. Trump, could imagine, and he'll do anything to stay up there. It's not about them. It's not about us. It's about him, him, a thousand times him.
So let's talk about how he got here. (This won't take long.) He got here because the American press and the TV pundits put the last remnant of journalistic ethics in mothballs in order to whoop it up with a goofy blowhard who could be counted on to give them stories that practically wrote themselves.