July 17, 2024
This essay was written without the benefit of Jon Stewart’s 7.15.24 Daily Show. I was so excited that Readers had begun subscribing that I forgot Jon was even on.
Up until not too long ago — I was still hoping that the Trump years in the oval office would turn out to be a long nightmare that I would eventually awaken from. But the hangover from the Donald’s first presidential jaunt was four years of Sleepy Joe…and now — well you all know what transpired on Saturday July 13th — we will probably see another four years (or more) of the Trumps in that aforementioned oval office.
You can already sense the spin being put on the Donald’s survival of the assassin’s bullet: as an intervention by god to keep Donald alive, and, to (ostensibly) unite the country once again. (And here I have an essay sitting in the queue called: The Devil With Trump.) It looks like the Donald will be canonized and that particular essay will not see the light of day.
I was flipping through Netflix (or one of the streaming services) the other night when I stumbled upon the comedy roast of Donald Trump on Comedy Central in 2011. Everyone roasting him knew about his long-standing desire to be president!
But that’s not the point I wish to make here; rather, the comedians there to roast him all knew him to be a charlatan and often referred to the silver spoon he was born with and his subsequent business failures.
I’m glad he survived the assassination attempt. I, for one, don’t think I could have stomached multiple viewings of his orange head being blown off.
Friends in other parts of the world are already circulating jokes about the eventl. I haven’t participated in the humor factory because I can’t condone murder (I prefer a duel between the combatants).
And the extreme right has already set the narrative that this was a Joe Biden attempt. If the “hit” was ordered by you, Joe, then you can claim presidential immunity should you ever be charged with anything.
Thinking back to my childhood years in Farmington Hills, MI — I still recall the election signs going up in our neighborhood and the heightened emotions surrounding what one’s party affiliation was on Voting Day. It seemed that Democrats were more vocal and more visible than Republicans — but I can’t swear to this. What I do remember is that playmates from differing parties (my parents were Republican) seemed confused as to whom they could play with for a number of weeks leading up to Voting Day.
The most interesting development — aside from the conspiracy theories arising from the assassination attempts — was Trump’s choice of his running mate: JD Vance.
Talk about a 180 degree pivot! Once-upon-a-time, this Vance fellow echoed everything I had to say about Despicable Donald! And now he is a fervent disciple? History has plenty to say about a man like him, but I guess this might be the easiest path to the White House for yet another snake oil salesman.
The Trump Minions admire St. Donald because they consider him to be a fighter. If he is such a fighter — I’d say he’s a late bloomer — because he sure didn’t have much fight in him when he dodged his Vietnam call-up! Lest we forget — if you served in US military — you are a sap according to the Orange Man.
And who exactly will we be celebrating our Independence from on July 4, 2025? Because it seems the wheel will have come complete circle and some animals (the pigs in this case) will still be more equal than others.