[I know I’m a little late to the “punch” on this story, but stupid stuff like this happen at such a clip it’s hard to keep up with it.]
Some say Trump’s bare-knuckle brawl on the White House lawn was to commemorate America’s 250th anniversary. Others argue that it was all about his own 80th birthday. Does it actually have to be one or the other? Can’t it be both? Isn’t it actually the same thing, i.e., a party for the one person who IS the country (at least in his own mind)? Wouldn’t you say that, to him, Trump IS America and America IS Trump? No one and nothing else really matters to Donald Trump but Donald Trump.
Wonder what G. Washington would say if he’d been invited to attend. Would he’d have been proud to have passed the torch to such a man?
Don’t forget that DT ordered 6,000 soldiers, a bunch of tanks, aircraft flyovers, and a gnarly fireworks show to perform at his birthday last year. How could you top these last two spectacles for his 81st? A combination of the two, like the US Navy fighting the Army to the death? Maybe tanks in a demolition derby or alligator fights in the Reflecting Pool? Assuming it’s algae-free by then.
He could tone it done to just a golden statue of him. Wait. That’s been done. How about his name emblazoned on an iconic national Center for the Performing Arts? No, he did that already. (And thankfully it’s been undone.) Wouldn’t the U.S. Institute of Peace be a great place on which to see the great Trump moniker? Done. I know. Nobody, but nobody would think to name a class of new-fangled battleships after themselves while still in office. Or would they?
I give up. It seems there’s no place on earth that he can’t stand to display his masculinity and popularity.
So a lavish stage built on the most historically sacred grounds in the country which includes a cage for men to bloody each other? No. That would be too embarrassing. Right? People would suspect that the birthday boy would be compensating for something.
But who could he get to perform at said spectacle? What kind of person would best represent the actual man of the hour? It’s gotta be a guy who can shed more of his opponents’ blood than they do his. Someone who could be a mirror image of himself––a winner, the toughest heavyweight on site. ‘Cuz everybody knows that it’s the “tough guys who inherit the earth.”
That’s it. The performer has to be a reflection, a carbon copy of the man in charge. He has to be brutal, undefeatable, and impudent. And don’t forget he’s gotta be a “Christian,” since nothing says Christ-like like an always winner and never a loser. (Even when he does lose, he wins.)
And he’s gotta be the kind of “Christian” that wouldn’t think twice before shouting denigrating falsehoods about someone else without remorse on national TV. He has to be expert in belittling others in order to elevate himself. Someone who would think nothing of screaming out that a former First Lady of the United States is actually a man! “Am I right, America?” That’ll do. (His momma would be so proud!) Could we be talking about (TBI) “Trumpmatic Brain Injury” here?
Takes a pretty big guy to use his biggest moment in front of his biggest crowd to attack a woman he’s never met by calling her a man. Don’t you think? Surely the big birthday boy said something in her defense? Crickets.
And who paid for all this? There you got me, ‘cuz the UFC funded its portion of the spectacle at the low-low cost of $60 million. Best marketing event in history I’d guess. Not to mention a pretty good return for the party boy who not only holds a huge financial stake in the parent company of the UFC, but the fighters were paid huge bonuses in cryptocurrency which was issued by the none other than you know who along with his family. But hey, they’re just trying to do a little business on the side. They gotta buy gas and groceries too, you know.
But who pays the $12 million or so for the hundreds of security at the event (including the Secret Service and Homeland Security)? Come on all you tax payers out there. Let us not begrudge our leader on his 80th. Consider it your birthday present to him even if you can’t afford groceries or gas for the next year to pay for it. You can always take the bus and go to any number of food pantries near you.
But hey, what a party! Let’s do it again next year! Maybe mud-wrestling or cock fights inside the newly built, gold-plaited 90,000-square-foot “Presidential Ballroom” in the East Wing.” Yes!
“Are they ashamed of their disgusting actions? Not at all—they don’t even know how to blush!” (Jeremiah 6:15)
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