Yes, everything Steve H. writes skews toward the trivial — so perhaps I ought to just ignore it — but this one… is just. so. precious:
“…Anybody remember the 1980s Isuzu auto TV pitchman “Joe Isuzu”? Wikipedia recalls him as “a pathological liar who made outrageous and overinflated claims about Isuzu’s cars,” which describes a lot of [Donald Trump]’s boasts about himself. Beyond just [Trump], I think the whole [GOP] has a “Joe Isuzu problem” when it comes to talking sensibly about… [every single issue of the day]….”
In case you miss my meaning, Steve feels his candidate is possessed of greater… veracity than mine. Erh… okay… good luck with that, Steve.
I can — without any lasting damage to my candidates’ standing — (ahead nearly 70-30 on probability of election) safely concede that Joe has occasionally stretched the truth. So has Harris. But… good gracious, Steve-O — if truthfulness is the measure of a candidate… your guy is in a tiny rowboat — amid the deep, crashing, frigid blue waves of the North Atlantic in early March… this is just silly. Said another way:
Me? I love a high hangin’ curve, myself — so I’ll take this one… yard:
His guy claims raking forest floors stops forest fires. He thinks about… nuking the hurricanes, to stop them. About buying Greenland. About staring at an eclipse. “Water-bombing” the then burning Notre Dame cathedral.
Steve’s guy claims 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 And that’s after he touted, without evidence, an old malaria drug (one now FDA-withdrawn, since it caused excess mortality in COVID-19 patients in the VA Hospital in Virginia — that’s right, he was advocating for a drug that was killing veterans). His guy seriously claims injecting bleach might work. “Let’s test that“, he says.
In sum, his guy accepts zero responsibility for managing a pandemic. His guy lies about, and 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 socio-pathological / 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 lies about… 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 claims there’s an African nation called… Nambia.
His guy tried to “black shaprie LIE 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 two weeks ago vainly tried to excoriate New Zealand on its “COVID spike”. That was… nine people. LIAR.
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 181,000 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 told us, in a prepared speech, on July 4, 2019, that 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… Trump… IS… JOE ISUZU.
He won’t even tell the truth about being deathly afraid of… stairs and ramps — and wearing pull-up diapers, due to the vast amounts of crushed, snorted Adderall he injests — all of which causes him to suffer unpredictable bouts of… explosive diarrhea.
Hilarious. Or… disgusting, actually.
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