Tonight, while posting a series of meaningless videos — John did offer this half-baked thought: no one should vote for a… demented president. Clearly, he didn’t think that through — but it comes from the easy, breezy posts of mid-August evenings — as his high-balls take effect, and a video link eliminates the need for… any logical theme / development.
That is… no actual thinking is required to make such a post. I get it. I’ve been there — with NASA video explainers, on my other properties. So John tries to throw a barb at what will be by Friday, the Democratic nominee to be… the 46th President.
Now — my punch line: John probably ought to evaluate… the 45th before he casts his ballot, then.
His guy thinks raking forest floors stops forest fires. He thinks about… nuking the hurricanes. About buying Greenland. About staring at an eclipse. “Water-bombing” the then burning Notre Dame cathedral.
John’s guy thinks oleander-extract (a proven plant-based-cardiac-toxin) is a COVID cure — after his “MyPillow” major donor became a board member of the company hawking that non-FDA filed faux home remedy. And that’s after he touted, without evidence, an old malaria drug (one now FDA-withdrawn, since it caused excess mortality in COVID-19 patients in the VA Hospital in Virgina — that’s right, he was advocating for a drug that was killing veterans). His guy thinks injecting bleach might work. “Let’s test that“, he says.
In sum, his guy accepts zero responsibility for managing a pandemic. His guy insults everyone who disagrees with him — but saves deeply pungent doses of particularly unhinged venom for… women [that’s the unprovoked rage, rising — many a demented mind experiences… this]. But he has no filter, so he just blurts it out.
What else? Oh. Yeah. His guy eats hamburders, while confeveing. His guy didn’t know there are term limits for presidents. His guy can’t walk a 7 per cent graded ramp, with sandpaper stripes on it, safely. His guy has to drink water with two hands, often missing his mouth. His guy needs several tries to pronounce Thailand. His guy thinks there’s an African nation called… Nambia.
His guy tried to “black shaprie his way out” of not knowing that a hurricane was not going to hit Alabama, because he couldn’t recognize Alabama — on a map.
His guy today vainly tried to excoriate New Zealand on its “COVID spike”. That was… nine people.
Nine. Today alone, over 1,100 people died in the United States, from it. But Trump is certain its better to fault others. No demented thinking, there.
His guy thinks Michelle Obama quoting 150,000 dead from COVID-19 proves she’s “doing poorly”, because… wait for it — we are actually nearly at 172,000 dead. He was grinning ear to ear, triumphantly as he pointed out her “error” — and his bigly win. [That Trump…he sure is winning, again.]
He thought there were aircraft carriers… at Valley Forge. He does a thousand cruel things a day — mostly in reaction to Fox television he watches obsessively.
Just like a grandpa yelling at those damn kids to get off his lawn.
There are probably 5,000 or more examples like the above (including thinking he can ban an internet app, as a technical matter. It is technically… impossible, unless he decides to nationalize the internet — which is what 20 to 40 million nodes, and hundreds of millions more, outside US reach?).
Yes there are certainly thousands more examples. But my eyes are getting tired, just proof-reading them — so let’s just say… John is voting Biden. The guy who can still ride a mountain bike, and drive stick on a rag-top ‘Vette. The guy who picked Kamala Harris because he (and she) are both fearless.
Onward. Thanks, John. Thanks for making the choice so… clearly-put.
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