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a thousand paper cuts

January 12, 2017

First, a hundred apologies.  I forgot to renew my wordpress account, so the usual cheery rainbow greeting of the blog was briefly replaced by a menacing cartoon that hinted at dastardly doings.  Countless thanks to my spiritual sister for the alert.  She’s always looking out for me.

I would not abandon you as the U.S. enters a period with no adult supervision.  Right after the election, I asked that we give the Cheeto a chance.  But it’s clear that he’s determined to govern only those who support him.  The Trump train is steaming along, fueled by the erroneous belief it has a mandate due to the vagaries of the Electoral College.

One of the first victims caught in its cowcatcher will likely be the Affordable Care Act, and that may be where it runs out of track.  The Donald is so eager to prove that what he says matters that he’s willing to dump it with no replacement in sight.

This gap could leave millions uninsured.  The honeymoon could end after one dance at the Inauguration Ball.  The above-mentioned sister heard an interview with a Trump voter who was informed that Obamacare could get cancelled.  She responded “What?  WHAT!?”

Even though I have a near perfect record of underestimating the Orange Foolius, I’m pressing on in the hope that I can’t be wrong all the time.  So here’s my newest speculation: maybe it won’t be the outrageous Big Lies that stop the train, but the little fibs that do nothing but feed his insatiable ego.

Case in point: Trump recently boasted that “all the dress shops in Washington are sold out.  It’s hard to find a great dress for this inauguration.”  At least two D.C. dress shop managers disagreed.  One had at least 200 dresses in stock.  Another said “there’s never been less demand for inaugural ball gowns in my 38 years.”

There’s no political gain to that particular piece of bullshit that I can discern.  It’s just another matchstick to prop up a gargantuan ego.  Here’s hoping that Trump will falter from what he thrives on: prolonged exposure.  I can’t wait until his presidential approval ratings start being tracked.

 

 

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8 Comments
  1. goatbarnwitch permalink
    January 12, 2017 4:23 pm

    I’m glad I am not the only one who found the abundance of dresses significant. If the man can’t get musicians top play at his inauguration and the ladies are not buying dresses for the ball how the hell does this fairy tale go on for long?

    • goatbarnwitch permalink
      January 12, 2017 4:24 pm

      I am using fairy tale very loosely here. Apologies to the faeries

      • January 14, 2017 11:10 am

        Certainly the faeries have a better perspective on this than we mortals. Trump has no problem paving over facts to ensure his perceptions prevail. Underattended inauguration? Everyone watched it on TV, the most viewed event in history! HUGEST! The bullshit he’ll generate will never reach the top of Trump Tower. We on the ground, however . . .

  2. January 12, 2017 6:35 pm

    the cheeto is the most dangerous and embarrassing thing that has happened in the country in my 61 years of being alive. that i actually adopted a child from vietnam that i think would actually be safer there just makes me sick.

    • January 14, 2017 11:13 am

      You could not have foreseen this happening when you did such an admirable thing. The U.S. will be safe again. Dig in and let him burn his tower down.

  3. Gordon permalink
    January 15, 2017 7:58 pm

    Not sure the news made all the way to Canada but if not, folks were busy last week taping over the names on the Porta – Potties to be used during the inauguration — “Don’s John’s.

  4. January 19, 2017 5:51 pm

    You are much more circumspect than hot-headed me. I say a pox on him and everyone who carries his DNA, all of his supporters and sycophants everyone associated with him in any positive manner and all of their offspring to the 100th generation. And may the implosion happen sooner rather than later. Sending my love to you and Jude.

    • January 28, 2017 1:52 pm

      We accept your love more eagerly than ever in these, The Trump Years (Months, hopefully). The Orange Julius Caesar has already initiated the implosion in strikingly quick order.

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