100 DAYS OF TRUMP (It’s Been More Like 100 Awful Years)

100 DAYS OF TRUMP (It’s Been More Like 100 Awful Years) April 28, 2017

“His Presidency has become the demoralizing daily obsession of anyone concerned with global security, the vitality of the natural world, the national health, constitutionalism, civil rights, criminal justice, a free press, science, public education, and the distinction between fact and its opposite.” So writes writes David Remnick in the New Yorker.

Remnick notes that Trump has, set fire to the integrity of his office…

Trump flouts truth and liberal values so brazenly that he undermines the country he has been elected to serve and the stability he is pledged to insure. His bluster creates a generalized anxiety such that the President of the United States can appear to be scarcely more reliable than any of the world’s autocrat…

Trump appears to strut through the world forever studying his own image. He thinks out loud, and is incapable of reflection. He is as Remnick, concludes, “unserious, unfocussed, and, at times… unhinged….

Take a moment to remember just what the senseless cretin sitting in the Oval Office actually is

Remnick notes that:

He inherited his father’s outer-borough real-estate empire—a considerable enterprise distinguished by racist federal-housing violations—and brought it to Manhattan. He entered a world of contractors, casino operators, Roy Cohn, professional-wrestling stars, Rupert Murdoch, multiple bankruptcies, tabloid divorces, Mar-a-Lago golf tournaments, and reality television. He had no real civic presence in New York. A wealthy man, he gave almost nothing to charity. He cultivated a kind of louche glamour. At Studio 54, he said, “I would watch supermodels getting screwed . . . on a bench in the middle of the room.” He had no close friends. Mainly, he preferred to work, play golf, and spend long hours at home watching TV. His misogyny and his low character were always manifest. Displeased with a harmless Palm Beach society journalist named Shannon Donnelly, he told her in a letter that if she adhered to his standards of discretion, “I will promise not to show you as the crude, fat and obnoxious slob which everyone knows you are.” Insofar as he had political opinions, they were inconsistent and mainly another form of performance art, part of his talk-show patter. His contributions to political campaigns were unrelated to conviction; he gave solely to curry favor with those who could do his business some good. He believed in nothing.

Just so.

Each “Trump Day” feels like a 100 bad years.

What have the first 100 Trump Days taught us? … READ THE REST HERE

 

 


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