Thursday, December 15, 2016

The Small Man Who Would Be President

Let's see what's been recently occupying the thoughts of neo- fascist dimwit Donald "Rump" Trump, who doesn't have the time or attention span for daily national security briefings (our emphasis throughout).

There's some unbecoming sadism and petty vindictiveness:
Donald Trump was interviewing Mitt Romney for Secretary of State in order to torture him,” [execrable slimeball and Rump confidant Roger] Stone claimed on the program. “To toy with him."
Then there's some more petty vindictiveness:
Twitter was told it was "bounced" from Wednesday's meeting between tech executives and President-elect Donald Trump in retribution for refusing during the campaign to allow an emoji version of the hashtag #CrookedHillary, according to a source close to the situation. [snip]
... It was the only major tech company to say on the record that it would refuse to participate in building a database of Muslims, a prospect the president-elect has floated. 
And more vindictiveness with some thin-skin on the side:
The president-elect is once again spending his time worrying about the truly important things affecting the fate of our nation. Like a bad restaurant review. 
Yes, after Vanity Fair ran a review titled “Trump Grill Could Be the Worst Restaurant in America,” Trump had a predictable response, a response the staff of Vanity Fair probably had some kind of betting pool on—not on whether it would happen, but on how long it would take and perhaps specific things it would say.

The Trump Grill review, by the way, is a total hoot. For a good laugh, and a helpful warning to stay clear of this joint, read the whole review. Here are a few zingers:
"... The restaurant features a stingy number of French-ish paintings that look as though they were bought from Home Goods. Wall-sized mirrors serve to make the place look much bigger than it actually is. The bathrooms transport diners to the experience of desperately searching for toilet paper at a Venezuelan grocery store." 
"The allure of Trump’s restaurant, like the candidate, is that it seems like a cheap version of rich." 
"... The plate must have tilted during its journey from the kitchen to the table, as the steak slumped to the side over the potatoes like a dead body inside a T-boned minivan." 
Check, please!

BONUS:  Charley Pierce chimes in --
Eight o'clock in the morning, a month before he becomes President of the United States, and the first thing he thinks of is to set his stubby lil' fingers firing away in pursuit of a petty feud that began almost 30 years ago. This is manic behavior of the worst sort. Or, more precisely, of a worse sort, because I fear we haven't come close yet to seeing what the worst sort of manic behavior out of this guy would be. For example, can you imagine what his reaction will be if some murderous gang of idiots makes a try at one of the properties bearing his name? We could lose a damn hemisphere.
We think Charley mis-spelled "maniac."

BONUS II:  Jeet Heer has an obvious solution --

(Photo:  A small image for a small man.)

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