Ahhh, I grow weary. In a world where ignorance is power, how does one fight back? When a world leader visits a national disaster area and treats it as an event requiring cheer leaders, how can he still expect the nation to pay him the respect that his office deserves? What a crowd, what a turnout. Could it possibly be that those people who "turned out" simply had nowhere else to go? No homes. No businesses. Such inconvenient facts mean nothing, of course, to a man who exists only for external validation. Cheer, whistle, clap. Write nothing but glowing words for this man, and bring him intelligence reports that are short, have pictures, and, if possible, are sprinkled with gold fairy dust.
There is no good news for America, but the good news for Trump is that he finally got his hair color to match a a little gold geegaw standing next to him while he blew smoke up the country's ass about his latest glorious success. What a proud moment.
I wish I were as smart and informed as Molly Ivins was. She was a writer who knew how to put goofball politicians in their places. Alas.
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