JKendallDane
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When you are turning off your own supporters because your 95 minute, wildly meandering rally "speech" is so beyond the pale with insults, public ego masturbation, racism, and flat-out dumbfuck craziness, you just might be doing something wrong.
But then again, the rule is "Let Donnie be Donnie" no matter how many times he shoots himself in the foot with his own mouth.
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But then again, the rule is "Let Donnie be Donnie" no matter how many times he shoots himself in the foot with his own mouth.
"On Trump in Albuquerque" by Michael Lowery, Silver Hills, New Mexico:
I’ve been listening to Trump ramble on incoherently on the television at his “rally” in Albuquerque this evening. He doesn’t seem to have done his homework regarding New Mexico on any subject except oil and gas. We produce a lot of it. Of course, most of the profits go into the coffers of oligarchs like himself almost anywhere but New Mexico.
He mentioned the manufacturing jobs we lost in New Mexico under “Obama” a number of times and how he had brought our manufacturing jobs back, plus much more since he’s been President. Manufacturing? In New Mexico? He spoke of one of our counties that he rhymed with, “banana” and how Republicans are going to take it back along with the entire State of New Mexico in 2020. I’m not certain what county he may have been referring to. He mentioned how well he did in Michigan: a lot. Michigan? At a rally in New Mexico? Isn’t that where Flint is located and so many auto plants have been closing since his election?
I believe he really lost the enthusiasm of the crowd however when he boasted over and over about being more “elite than the elite,” having more and bigger houses than the “so-called elite in Washington,” having more money, having gone to better schools than they, and bragging about not being afraid of “them.” Many people, even the hired sign holders behind him in view of the camera stopped clapping as enthusiastically with these remarks. When the camera panned the audience there were notable pockets of non-clapping, non-chanting participants not holding up their provided signs quite as high as they had at the beginning of this debacle.
When he remarked about how much he loved, “his Hispanics” and how much they loved him and understood drugs and crime, “better than most” the downward slide became a palpable avalanche. I thought I could hear crickets beneath the “Boos” the crews tried to engineer out in the sound booth, but it was there: the profound disconnect brought on by mass confusion: “What did he just say? He’s better than anyone else? That doesn’t sound right!”
Saying he had no “Indian” blood, but wished he did because it would give him at least ten more points in the polls brought on embarrassment, then surprise, and glares, with more crickets in the background behind the cheerleading that failed to drown out the grumbles and the angry faces in the crowd. Promising to bring back the “Pocahontas” taunt for Elizabeth Warren got the cheer leaders going on cue, but fell on many a deaf ear and heart at this point.
The idiocy was pervasive and mind numbing throughout the ordeal, so much so that I fell asleep to the moronic, empty monotone along with a few older folks accidentally panned by the cameras in the crowd. My chocolate lab woke me with a lick asking to go for a walk. The first thing I did upon waking from my stupor was to turn off the damn TV and Trump’s disgusting, boasting monotone before taking Norman outside into the beauty of the Southern New Mexico Mountains.
There, a chorus of crickets accompanied by thunder and lightening explosively illuminating the ghostly trees and rock formations surrounding our house greeted me and brought me back home to my heart and soul.
Trump doesn’t have a clue.
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