From Trump, the current tally of empathetic words a whole month into the COVID-19 crisis has topped out at zero. Now we have Dan Patrick.
Some coronavirus contingencies are meant for a scary moment. But some are just good sense that ought to endure long after the moment.
Trump has comported himself in the midst of the coronavirus emergency like a beer-fueled football fan. It’s all a game to him.
There are the internet bots, not people but auto-tweeters and Facebook auto-posters churning out messages micro-targeted at U.S. audiences. #PoliticsDoneRight
Now, picture a clock: the Donald Trump Corruption Clock. The white-gloved hands – one bigger, one just small — always point away from himself.
NPR reporter Mary Louise Kelly, a standard of expert and probing journalism, is the enemy – OK, the “f-ing” enemy, so said Secretary of State Mike Pompeo.
No matter what he says about his total, absolute and unconditional vindication, Trump is the loser here. “Impeached” is not something you scrub from your resume.
GOP Leaders. They are the ones who so far have prospered. They should be banned from the sport. Of course, this isn’t baseball.
We have flames of many forms engulfing America, real and political. Ignore those flames, Mr. T. You do it at your peril and that of the world.
Donald Trump, the Bambino of BS. The Sultan of Squat. Or as historian Douglas Brinkley dubs him, “the Babe Ruth of lies.”