As those of you who have met your faithful correspondent are well aware, we here at Bloody Nib Manor tend toward the conservative end of the political spectrum. This does not mean that Republicans are automatically welcomed at the Manor while Democrats are thrown off the porch and the dogs set after the rascals (the dogs are often set on Republicans, too), but it does mean that tradition in both lifestyle and governance mean something within these hallowed walls; novelty is a game for the silly young who usually come to their senses when they find themselves paying for hats for the horses that pull gypsy caravans or are expected to allow squatters live in the billiards room.
This writer did not watch or listen to the two debates of those aspiring to become the Republican candidate for President of this great nation. It is much too soon to pay attention to this nonsense. In a sensible world all this nonsense would not start until about April of 2016. But thanks to the odious Bill Clinton campaigning has become a year-round and year after year activity among the political class. They are always campaigning, even when they get elected to the office that they have fooled their constituents to vote themselves into. They want not only political office, they want the love of the voters. They explain, dissemble, pose, preen and lie to win love because to them love means votes and votes means that they have a job that really has no true responsibility to any one person or small group of people. They can't be fired without much difficulty because if the voter loves them they are in like Flynn.
But yours is knowledgeable about Donald Trump. How can one not be. The man is a wet robot megaphone touting his greatness. In the movie Austen Powers there was a character named Mini-Me. Donald Trump is Maxi-Me. One wonders if, when he wakes up in the morning and after brushing and gargling he sings out, "Me-me-me" like an opera singer finding the note, or perhaps pretending to be a comic Mexican by saying, "Aye-aye-aye."
The man is, to be much cruder than your faithful correspondent would like to be, "an ass-clown." He's rich. But being rich doesn't equate with wisdom. He pretends to be a sort of a "man of the people" despite the fact that he was born wealthy. He claims to have come back from bankruptcy without acknowledging that the wealthy, because of their reputations, come back from bankruptcy much more easily than a working man can. Trump has shown no sense of service to the nation or the society before he decided that he wanted to be king; and the word "king" is the correct word. He doesn't want to be president. He wants to be king. He wants to be a king before the institution of the Magna Carta, a Shogun, a Czar or a Caeser. He wants to dictate and have others jump in the same way that his factota jump at his various businesses when he passes gas. He seems to think that running a nation based on the Constitution is akin to running a business based on owning slums, casinos and building self-aggrandizing buildings that really have no real use for the real world.
Trump has said a lot of things that have resonated with the populace i.e., illegal immigration. But any idiot can say the same things. This writer has heard the same gas from his barber or at the local pub years ago. Does that mean that this writer would support his barber or the neighboring drunk in their runs for president? Well, actually, he might since these men were humble hard-working men who understood the Constitution better than their elected representatives and wanted the best for the nation. But Donald Trump wants the best for Donald Trump. He really doesn't care about we here at the Manor or you or anyone else. He cares about himself and getting publicity for himself. His politics in the past has been as crazy as a (please excuse the vulgarity) a shit-house rat -- he's been a conservative, a reactionary, a liberal and a radical. And it's all based on which way he sees the wind blowing. He's a big wet finger stuck in the wind trying to be the wind. We forgets the Biblical saying that "the wind listeth where is blowing." We tries to make the wind blow toward him. If, tomorrow, a pol came out that most Americans said that they loved illegal immigration because they got their lawns mowed cheap, hotel service was cheap because of cheap maids and that aluminum wheels were cheap because of illegal immigrant machine operators, Donald Trump would have a couple named Jaqui (pronounced "Yakee") and Ishmael on the dais with him touting the value that illegal immigrants have for the nation.
So why is Donald Trump pretending to run for President? Who knows? Maybe it's some sort of father issue. Maybe he really is so delusional that he thinks that the United States is a business. Maybe it's because he wants to think that the nation loves him instead of thinking that he's a jerk. Maybe it's because his ego of the sort that Zeus would envy. Just keep in mind this: the man is an echo of popularism and has the same substance of an echo shouted into a canyon.
And if this fool keeps up with his foolishness to the point of running on a third party ticket the next president will have to thank him for getting elected. And Trump will laugh all the way to the bank.
Aw, to hell, with it. It's Miller time.
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