I was on my way home yesterday afternoon, gazing
out the Metro window at traffic parked for a couple of miles on the Toll Road
(jackknifed truck being hooked up to be hauled away), when I got a text from a
friend inviting me out to dinner. Seeing as to how yesterday wasn’t too bad of
a day for a Thursday, I jumped at the chance.
Because—aside from dinner with a friend—it kept
me well and truly out of danger of stumbling across El Klepto’s primetime
televised manufactured hysteria.
I’ve been thinking about his base lately—more than
I usually do, on account of the #TrumpShutdown. Someone must have told him that,
faced with a choice between building a beautiful wall intended to keep brown
people out of a white country and getting tax refunds, his goobers would ditch
him like last week’s catfish bait, so furloughed IRS workers are being called
back to work to process tax returns, although, of course, they’re still not getting paid.
Last week someone on Twitter posted about one
of his MAGAt acquaintances moaning that ordinarily he didn’t give a toss about
government shutdowns, but this one is [negatively] affecting him, and he really doesn’t like that. I thought that was the epitome of the
red-hatters, but it turned out someone named Crystal Minton, of Marianna, Fla., told him to hold
her beer as she jumped right in.
Because lemme just leave this here—the money
shot quote from a New York Times story
on the double-barreled devastation (hurricane Michael and the #TrumpShutdown)
of the economy of the deep-red Florida panhandle. This truly distills the
entire I’ve-got-mine/I’m-supposed-to-have-got-mine Republican party down to one
simple statement.
If you’d like to read the whole story—there are
plenty of others in Minton’s community who are stunned that the Kleptocrat
would do this to white people—here
it is.
Dinner was great, BTW.
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