So is this the golden age of Donnie? So much comes together I can hardly contain myself at the convergence of them all. Statues, arches, ballrooms, medals, yes and now THE CONGRESSIONAL MEDAL OF HONOR! and where do we start?
Well, where else? The greatest sea, land and air invasion in the history of the world? The Beach of Normandy? No, let’s go back even further to World War I to the Aisne-Marne American Cemetery near Paris to honor U.S. soldiers buried there. November 10, 2018.
Yes, that was definitely his most defining moment. Not on the beaches of Normandy where the winds were worse, but inland, where the wind and rain was less severe – yes, but an event he STILL canceled (for good reason too of course) – bad hair day at the Beach be damned, bad hair day altogether! yes that could lift his carefully coiffed comb-over up to the heavens like a fuzzy Frisbee flapping up and down from where it all originated halfway down the left side of his head (not to get too graphic here) mixed in with whatever else he managed to import from surrounding areas now mixed in with the weave and all those sticky two way tabs those guys use to KEEP IT ALL FROM GOING AIRBORNE IN THE FIRST PLACE along with whatever else they’ve got up there to keep the world from seeing the ghastly sight of what a scalp reduction REALLY looks like which OF COURSE MADE OUR MEN’S SUFFERING ON THAT FATEFUL DAY ON JUNE 6TH,1944 PALE IN COMPARISON TO WHAT I IMAGINE HE WOULD HAVE HAD TO HAVE GONE THROUGH.
Talk about a bad hair day.
Definitely a smart move there Donnie – no sucker, you. No wonder you’ve decided on that red ball cap ya got screwed on so tight down to your ears. The only way that’s gonna come off is with the comb-over, the weave, the velcro strips, the adhesive tape and whatever else you’ve got squirreled away up there to keep that fuzzy Frisbee from launching leeward like a loose jib sail because THAT TRULY would’ve been a national emergency. Because even YOU knew you couldn’t wear that ridiculous red ball cap to such an occasion and even if ya did, you knew at some point in honor of the “suckers and the losers” you’d have to take it off, if even for a moment, yes, if even for a moment, in prayer, in honor of all those “suckers and losers” who didn’t have a rich daddy and oh yes, a bone spur to boot (no pun intended). Now allowing you to play “Macho Man” in front of all your Vince McMahons and Hulk Hogans and let me see, did they ever serve in the military?
Some of that’s a mangled quote from The Donnie Diaries (more or less – more less than more). But such Patriotism is worthy of repeating NOT to mention a 22 FOOT STATUE!
“It’s an ill wind that blows nobody any good.” For example: my take on Daniel chapter 3 all of which begs comparison – that and the Golden Calf that half of Instagram is exploiting for all it’s (and also its) worth:
King Nebuchadnezzar (King Donnie – a Don King in orange-face) made an image of gold, sixty cubits high and six cubits wide (22 feet), and set it up on the plain of Dura (Doral Golf Club) in the province of Babylon (no comment). He then summoned the satraps, prefects, governors, advisers, treasurers, judges, magistrates and all the other provincial officials (Christian Nationalists) to come to the dedication of the image he had set up. So the satraps, prefects, governors, advisers, treasurers, judges, magistrates and all the other provincial officials (Christian Nationalists) assembled for the dedication of the image that King Nebuchadnezzar (Donnie) had set up, and they stood before it. Then the herald loudly proclaimed, “Nations and peoples of every language, this is what you are commanded to do: As soon as you hear the sound of the horn, flute, zither, lyre, harp, pipe and all kinds of music (playing Macho Macho Man), you must fall down and worship the image of gold that King Nebuchadnezzar (Donnie) has set up. Whoever does not fall down and worship (all Democrats, fake news, election denier deniers, RINOs, turncoats, Margie, Tucker and Megyn for starters) will immediately be thrown into a blazing furnace. Therefore, as soon as they heard the sound of the horn, flute, zither, lyre, harp and all kinds of music, all the nations and peoples of every language (with the exception of Britain, Canada, France, Spain, Germany, Ukraine, all of NATO, all of Europe – not Russia or North Korea, they loved him), fell down and worshiped the image of gold that King Nebuchadnezzar (Donnie) had set up.
Okay, as I’ve stated before, many times as a matter of fact, I’m an atheist. But the more I read accounts like this, the more I’m convinced maybe I should move up (or down) a peg (depending on your point of view) to at LEAST Agnosticism. Because one thing IS for certain: Donnie and his maggots for all practical purposes are the 21st Century equivalent and his “Golden” image only confirms it. And the more they deny it – the more it proves it: “Me thinks the lady doth protest too much!”
And what lady are we talking about?
Take your pick. From K-K-K-Karoline to all his puppets, canned or otherwise: Bondi, Noem, White, Fox News apologists etc etc etc.
Now even if you don’t read into any of it on that level, taste alone should preclude such a garish display of bad taste. Graceland on steroids. “Because whether it’s kitsch, camp or commercialism is another story” to quote the blurb for Confessions of Augustine (which I am forever remiss in reviewing ). Because kitsch and commercialism it definitely is. But camp? He’s too pompous to see the irony. His jokes rarely make fun of himself. More likely the defenseless. Because it’s never wit. Just grade school playground cruelty like “Quiet Piggy!” or low IQ (like he should talk). Women mainly, or someone in a wheelchair (yeah, he’s big on that)
Yeah, real Poltroon Politics. But NO ONE has ever risen to this level (or depths). Caligula? no. Nero? Nada. Idi Amin? (he’d even make fun of himself!) Vlad the Impaler? IVAN THE TERRIBLE? Naw! Even they had a certain dignity compared to this clown. Trading cards, coins, statues, arches, ballrooms, vanity projects on the scale of Napoleon, Nero, Elvis Presley and Liberace all put together and forget your televangelists: HE’S THE KING OF KITSCH! And now to make it worse, he actually believes it.
So, Donnie at the crossroads? Not likely.
More like America at the crossroads. So go ahead America, tell yourself that’s just Trump being Trump.
Precisely! That’s my point.
Now the question is: is this just America being America?
Dr. Phineas T. Redwell