If it’s Tuesday, it must be the twenty first installment in the recurring series inspired by the 1991 Duke-Edwards Gret Stet governor’s race.
A reminder of the unofficial slogan of the race from hell:
In 2024, we’re flipping that on its head and voting AGAINST the crook. It’s even more important.
The latest reason to vote against the crook is his cognitive decline, which seems to be getting worse with each rally. The decline has become so noticeable that Peter Baker of the New York Times wrote about it albeit with a disingenuous headline, Trump’s Speeches, Increasingly Angry and Rambling, Reignite The Question Of Age.
Reignite? I call bullshit on Baker. This is the NYT’s first major foray into the deep recesses of Donald’s demented mind and deranged verbiage. They were obsessed with Joe Biden’s age even though most of his issues are with his legs and speech impediment, not his brain. Joe didn’t run around saying shit like this:
He rambles, he repeats himself, he roams from thought to thought — some of them hard to understand, some of them unfinished, some of them factually fantastical. He voices outlandish claims that seem to be made up out of whole cloth. He digresses into bizarre tangents about golf, about sharks, about his own “beautiful” body. He relishes “a great day in Louisiana” after spending the day in Georgia. He expresses fear that North Korea is “trying to kill me” when he presumably means Iran. As late as last month, Mr. Trump was still speaking as if he were running against President Biden, five weeks after his withdrawal from the race.
The Kaiser of Chaos calls his incoherent style, The Weave. I call it nuts. In an earlier era, they’d have sent guys in white jump suits to drag him off to an insane asylum. Instead, Republicans want this lunatic back in the White House. The malakatude, it burns.
Repeat after me: Why do Republicans hate America?
The best quotes in the Baker piece come from The Mooch:
“He’s not competing at the level he was competing at eight years ago, no question about it,” said Anthony Scaramucci, a former Trump ally who has endorsed Ms. Harris. “He’s lost a step. He’s lost an ability to put powerful sentences together.”
“You can like Trump or hate Trump, but he’s been a very effective communicator,” Mr. Scaramucci continued. But now, he added, “the word salad buffet on the Trump campaign is being offered at a discount. You can eat all you can eat, but it’s at a discount.”
Word salad buffet is a great image. The Insult Comedian’s word salad buffet consists of spoiled items made to look fresh served on a bed of lies. Are Fido and Felix BBQs on the menu? Beats the hell outta me but anything is better than contemplating the body of a fat 78-year-old Insult Comedian with a dead nutria pelt atop his head.
While I’m glad the Gray Lady has deigned to stop sanewashing Trump’s madness, they took their damn sweet time doing so. I think it was peer pressure, which ramped up after the WaPo’s Ashley Parker wrote a scathing piece in late September about Trump’s deranged decline, Donald Trump’s Imaginary and Frightening World.
Here’s the deal: the Trumps have a family history of Alzheimer’s. Fred Trump battled the disease for 7 years before dying at the age of 93. Ordinarily, I’d have compassion for anyone dealing with this terrible disease. My mother did a long slow fade at the end of her life, so I get it. But nobody with this family history plus his current behavior should be regarded as fit for the presidency.
I used the image of Jumpin’ Jack Musk at Trump’s “wave the bloody ear” rally in Butler, PA because it’s as good an example as any of the traveling freak show that is the 2024 Trump campaign. Apologies for posting Elmo’s white apartheid loving belly, but it’s still not as disgusting as contemplating his candidate’s “beautiful body.” Oy, just oy.
It’s time to step away from the word salad buffet and say this: Vote against the crook, it’s important.
The last word goes to Aimee Mann: