Wednesday, August 9, 2017

Take on Fire and Fury (and how it all comes down to Jeb!)

I've been trying to picture what fire and fury means in TrumpTalk.  We know he's moatly bluster and punchless threats but does he ever follow through?

I tend to think, no   It's always just a Twitter barrage but that's it   

 Then I thought of Jeb!   You remember Jeb! he was the presumptive GOP nominee and we were going to have an adult discussion and normal discourse about the future of our country.  It would be the fifth set in an epic Bush-Clinton/Obama Wimbledon match with the country deciding once and for all which direction put us on a better path forward.   

Jeb! had the pedigree to appeal to the base and just enough compassion to pull the skittish Hillary supporters   He carried the power -and the burden- of the Bush name but tried to differentiate himself with the Hispanic wife, those funny glasses which made him look a bit smarter than his older brother and he could hang his hat on the fact he never did anything as silly as trading Sammy Sosa  

Then Trump showed up, it was all a big publicity stunt until he decided to unleash fire and fury at poor Jeb! a guy who just wanted you to clap.   And the Fire was bigger than any we had seen before, the old guard couldn't put it out, it burned for months.  The Fury was worse as poor Jeb! got atomic wedgie after atomic wedgie and then shoved into his locker until he just couldn't take it anymore.  He tapped out thinking that the sharp elbows of Ted Cruz could slow him down enough to give Marco a shot at the crown but they too got Trumped.   

Marco's manhood was questioned, Ted's wife and dad were not off limits and both went silently into the night.  The only one who never caved was Kasich but he also looks like he just walked out of a mental asylum with the charisma of a iceberg salad  

So Fire and Fury probably means nothing really, like most thing Trumo says there really hasn't been much thought put to it.  

The way I sleep at night is that he's a poker player who can easily take the money of the guys in his dorm room but when he gets on a world stage, busts on the river trying for an inside straight   It just so happens we have 63 million people who got taken in their dorm room  

But Angela and Vlad and Justin and Xi and the rest of the professionals are not your average American voter living in Dayton   They aren't going to be suckered in my a two bit poker player 

But on the other side of the table this time is a guy every part his equal.  Obese, self obsessed, maniacle, badly dressed with seemingly poor hygiene and with a disregard for honest media.   

So when Big Kim says that they can hit Guam and Big Don says "no thank you, I don't like fruit" you aren't sure if these two are playing chicken or if they are both hoping somebody comes over and delivers fried chicken.





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