Donald Trump was enjoying himself at his Michigan rally and, being in the backyard of John Dingell, the former Democratic Congressman, he remarked Mr. Dingell might be looking down from Heaven at him, and then paused and said, "Or, he might be looking up, you never know."
The reaction from his widow, and from Speaker Pelosi and I'm sure from the legions of the outraged on Twitter and Snapface or wherever was predictable:
The reaction from his widow, and from Speaker Pelosi and I'm sure from the legions of the outraged on Twitter and Snapface or wherever was predictable:
"I’m preparing for the first holiday season without the man I love,” she [Debbie Dingell, his widow] wrote. “You brought me down in a way you can never imagine and your hurtful words just made my healing much harder.”
Speaker Nancy Pelosi said Thursday that there was nothing funny about what Mr. Trump said.
“What the president misunderstands is that cruelty is not wit,” she said. 'It’s not funny at all, it’s very sad.'"
And this is the trouble our side has: We are always the fragile flowers, ever so ready to become the victims, the hurt ones, the #METOO violated ones. We suffer from luxuriating in victimhood, in being helpless, unable to punch back, only able to weep and wail.
God, I am so tired of being in the beat-up camp.
It's good to be on the side of caged children at the Southern border, but let us not wish to be a caged child. Let us determine to wield the terrible swift sword.
There were all sorts of ways to respond to Mr. Trump:
- Mr. Trump suggests my husband may be in Hell for his life of sticking up for the little guy; all I can say is I would far rather join him there than spend one minute at Mar-a-Largo.
- Mr. Trump speaks from a stage at a rally in Michigan to his cheering fans who laugh at the idea my husband might be roasting in Hell. Fact is, those folks have spent their lives looking up; that's why they are so eager to hope for the same for others.
- Mr. Trump thinks he can come to my home state of Michigan and hold a Ku Klux Klan rally and dance on the grave of my husband. We'll find out in November who dances last, and who dances best.
Or words to that effect.
Let us here and now resolve:
1. No pictures of Democrats hugging, in grief, ever.
2. No statements of how hurt we are by something that moron says.
Just practice rolling eyes and say, "The man considers himself a wit, and his hyena crowds roar with delight. These are the modern day equivalent of those crowds at the coliseum, roaring with delight at gladiators slitting each other's throats. Patriots laughing at townspeople locked in burning churches."
Just practice rolling eyes and say, "The man considers himself a wit, and his hyena crowds roar with delight. These are the modern day equivalent of those crowds at the coliseum, roaring with delight at gladiators slitting each other's throats. Patriots laughing at townspeople locked in burning churches."
3. Remind everyone at every opportunity: The man cannot look anyone in the eye--those little pig eyes just dart around in fear. Someday, if I get the opportunity, I'm going to hold up a mirror to him and we'll see if there's any reflection.
Mad Dog,
ReplyDeleteSo true...a hyper-sensitivity to criticism and a fear of being mocked is clearly Trump's Achilles heel-he's as thin skinned as he is stupid. Debbie Dingell's indignation had no effect on him, but had she tossed out a line like yours, about hell being preferable to Mar-a-Lago, she might have prompted a Trumpian mental meltdown.
Maud
Maud,
ReplyDeleteNow, if we can just get Debbie and every other Dem on the phone.
What we really need is a radio show to run opposite Rush Limbaugh.
Of course, my last fantasy project was a podcast--who knew there were more than a dozen podcasts?
Mad Dog