Lughnasa Waning Summer Moon
OK. NYT article from an anonymous Trump administration official. Saying what we know about Trump, increasing logarithmically the force of Bob Woodward’s Fear, also making the news right now.
Wow. Trump reminds me of those weighted dolls in a carnival game. Hit’em hard with a fast pitch, they fall over, but bounce right back up, ready for the next one.
How, I would say, can he recover from these insider accounts of his tiresome pettiness, his annoying stupidity, his consummate cupidity? I would say that; but, it would ignore the other knock’em down pitches that started during his campaign when, for example, he mocked the disabled reporter, “moved on her like a bitch,” grabbed pussies because he felt his celebrity gave him an invisibility cloak.
He might be so venal, so incompetent, so clueless that no revelation will shock, no critique stick. A very, very strange situation for the person putatively in charge of the world’s most powerful military and what used to be a well respected hegemon. Shakes head, rolls eyes, goes on about his day.