Huh yeah but every one of them applied for a job at Mar A Lago last month and I turned all the losers down…
Donald Trump is not a rational player. I mean, he just isn’t. You can’t have a conversation with him in the same way that you can have a conversation with most other people. He is somebody that lives in a different reality. He had started the lie about the election back in 2016. What I saw after the first interview with him in the White House was that he now became someone who believed in his own lie, and that is a person who is delusional. That is a person who is incredibly dangerous, because you can’t debate with that person.
There is no way that anybody can persuade Donald Trump that he’s wrong. And this is something that’s characteristic of him all the way through his life, and the series goes into this in the sense that he will never accept that he had done anything wrong. He will always double back. He’s always right, and it’s always somebody else’s fault. I mean, he lives in cloud cuckoo land.
He’s sitting in an interview in Mar-a-Lago saying that in front of a portrait, an actual oil painting of himself painted 25 to 30 years ago in a golf outfit. I mean, I actually asked about that at the end of the interview. I was like, “You’ve got to tell me about this painting.” I mean, this is a guy who literally has paintings of himself in his house. I mean, he’s just not a normal guy. I mean, you know?
And that’s the right.
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Danb’ry, not a sound from the inmates
I am living in Danb’ry
I am feeling alone
In the weak light my manuscript appears at my feet:
How the Libtards Stole My Throne
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Memory, all alone in my jail cell
I can dream of the old days
Life was beautiful then
I remember the time I knew what tyranny was
Let the memory live again
White House staffers seemed to beat
A fatalistic warning:
No protection! Insurrection!
And I, The King, all scorning…
Daylight, I must wait for the sunrise
I must think of a new scheme
And I mustn’t give in
When the dawn comes, tonight will be a memory too
And a new day will begin
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Ketchup walls and shattered plates
The stale, cold smell of failure
A hall light dies, another night is over
Another day is dawning
Come back! It’s so easy to leave me
All alone with the memory
Of my days as the prez.
Re-elect me! You’ll understand what tyranny is
Look, a new day has begun
From an email UD just received from the dean of GW’s law school.
We … have received requests from some members of the university and external communities that the university terminate its employment of Adjunct Professor and Supreme Court Justice Clarence Thomas and cancel the Constitutional Law Seminar that he teaches at the Law School. Many of the requests cite Justice Thomas’ concurring opinion in Dobbs v. Jackson Women’s Health Organization, in which he called the substantive due process doctrine a “legal fiction.” Justice Thomas has been a consistent critic of the Court’s legal philosophy on substantive due process for many years. Because we steadfastly support the robust exchange of ideas and deliberation, and because debate is an essential part of our university’s academic and educational mission to train future leaders who are prepared to address the world’s most urgent problems, the university will neither terminate Justice Thomas’ employment nor cancel his class in response to his legal opinions.
We really know how to pick ’em. Our next-best appointment after this one was plagiarist/madman Rand Paul. Why not ask Jim Jordan and Louie Gohmert to team-teach a course at GW on a subject of their choosing?
I agree that we shouldn’t fire the doodoo; the way to go here is boycott. Recall that both of John Eastman’s classes during a visiting gig at the University of Colorado were cancelled due to virtually no enrollment. Think of the movement at Harvard Law to make the school offer two sections of way-icky theocrat Adrian Vermeule’s course on administrative law. (Apparently the guy’s got a monopoly.) Ignore them, and they’ll go away.
Which is in itself nothing to be ashamed of. Cassidy Hutchinson told of her shock when she appeared again and again in his office begging him to do something about the carnage, and he did nothing – nothing – except scroll obsessively on his phone. He barely met her eyes, she reports; he just sat on his office couch staring down and scrolling, scrolling, scrolling.
Meadows was lost in a masturbatory, self-comforting trance. Events had truly spiraled out of control and there was – horrifyingly – nothing he could do, as mobs at the Capitol killed and threatened to kill people. Becoming hysterical at this point made sense – plenty of normal people become hysterical when their world suddenly implodes and there is nothing they can do about it – and this is the form his hysteria took. An all-but catatonic regression to masturbatory self-comforting. Hutchinson no doubt noticed his obsessive rubbing with his free hand, but chose not to mention it.
What was he watching on his phone? This.
… how perfectly the mad fucker fit the description. Read my TRUBU posts here, and listen to Cassidy Hutchinson’s description today of his physically assaulting his security chief, throwing his lunch against WH dining room walls, and pulling tablecloths in order to upend all the food and drink on WH tables. Trump is indeed the reincarnation of Alfred Jarry’s Ubu the King – a massive ball of vile, angry, idiot flesh deployed against the world when it frustrates his infantile, nihilistic desires. Listen to Hutchinson describe his rage when security officers kept AK-47-wielding madmen out of the January 6 rally enclosure: Let ’em in! Guns are okay! They’re not gonna use ’em against me!
Cassidy Hutchinson has testified that she saw Mark Meadows hurl documents into a fireplace in his White House office. Holder’s film offers some corroboration of this, but the actual course of events was different from what she remembered.
Holder captured Marjorie Taylor Greene desperately begging Mark Meadows to burn incriminating material related to pardons, riot planning, and white power. Appalled at how far things had gone, he refused, at which point she snatched them out of his hands and hurled them into the fireplace.
Apparently Mark Meadows’ assistant, Cassidy Hutchinson, will testify tomorrow (er, today) in front of the J6 committee. Hutchinson isn’t your loyal, lying, Rosemary Woods type; on the contrary, she may turn out to be the investigation’s John Dean. She knows a lot; she saw a lot.
And because she seems to have been too young (she’s in her twenties) to have become a fully elaborated Trumpian whackjob, finding out that Trump was actively promoting the idea of killing his vice president, for instance, surprised her. The Emperor has no clothes!
On May 25, Politico reported that the Jan. 6 select committee heard testimony indicating that Meadows heard Trump say something supportive about those who were chanting “hang Mike Pence” during the riot. A witness told the committee that Meadows had been in the dining room off the Oval Office when Trump made the comment and that he told people nearby “that Trump had signaled a positive view of the prospect of hanging the vice president,” according to Politico. The New York Times reported that Hutchinson was in Meadows’ office when he complained about the comments and confirmed the account for the committee.
At the very least, Hutchinson may be able to make life for uncooperative, litigious, Mark Meadows extremely unpleasant; but clearly the committee expects much more of her than this.
Feds take Eastman’s phone.
“… [He] felt that [violence] was the right thing to do … because the election was stolen.”
Quotation of the day.
Though this one ain’t bad either.
Without the intimidation factor so central to Trump’s hold on power, influential Trump critics such as Senate Minority Leader Mitch McConnell (R-Ky.) may seize the opportunity to deepen the break with the rapidly toxifying Trump. If that happens, Republicans will face an enraged, burn-it-all-down Trump in the run-up to the 2024 elections. That may be beleaguered Democrats’ best hope of returning Joe Biden to the White House.
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There’s violence against others (setting a mob on your VP; spawning terrorists like RINO-butcher Eric Greitens), and there’s violence against oneself. I’m going to predict that toxifying Trump will attempt to pull off one final mass murder, with boy soldiers – who are, notoriously, the most unrestrainedly vicious of all – at the front lines. Specifically, Donald Trump Jr and Andrew Giuliani will co-captain a coordinated Proud Boys assault on Martha’s Vineyard. If that fails to decimate the elites, Trump will kill himself.
ÅNGERMANLAND I will arise and go now, and go to Ångermanland, And a vast fortress build there, of rage and madness made; None else will I have there -- my world will I command And live alone in the bee-loud glade. And I shall have my rage there, for rage's wind doth blow, Blowing from the hearings, from where the RINOs sing; There Bennie’s all aglimmer, and Jamie's all aglow, And the transcripts full of Liz’s zings. I will arise and go now, for always night and day I see old allies dumping me and smirking more and more; I know that court awaits me some not too distant day, I know it in the deep heart’s core.
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Getting where? To the final speech of Ceausescu, in this our own great county, at an enormous Donald Trump rally.
If only it really were the end.
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From Andrew Sullivan’s newsletter (no link).