I Fine Myself $2 for Using The T-Word
I fined myself $2 this morning for using the T-word twice before I finished discussing Kelly Ann Conway’s argument with Chuck Todd yesterday, during which she tried to redefine the Administration’s lies as “alternative facts.” She was responding to Todd’s reference to them as “falsehoods.” (The fines accumulating in our T-Jar will eventually get donated to an organization doing good work, preferably an organization that launches lawsuits, such as the Sierra Club Legal Defense Fund, the ACLU or the NRDC).
“Alternative facts?” Did T call a cabinet meeting in order to come up with that laughable euphemism? Doesn’t the President have more pressing matters to concern himself with than his image? I think we all know the answer to that.
I’ve never seen T look more strained and stressed out, more besieged. It occurs to me that the ultimate torture for an obsessive compulsive narcissist like T is to be President of the United States with an unfavorability rating of 53% (net negative favorability), an historically aroused populace and an abused media growing more hostile to him by the hour.
The amount of ridicule coming at T is worse than the torture implied by Johnny Carson’s old gag: “Mmmmmay the fleas of a thousand camels infest your armpits.”
No wonder he looks strained.
And this only the beginning.
Only day three.
