So his campaign managers du jour stuff the word “regret” into Donald Trump’s mouth via teleprompter and he dutifully repeats it — punctuated with a smirk and no mention of which of his myriad insults he regrets…
“Sometimes in the heat of debate and speaking on a multitude of issues, you don’t choose the right words or you say the wrong thing. I have done that. And believe it or not, I regret it — and I do regret it — particularly where it may have caused personal pain.”
Then he tops himself by saying the biggest whopper of all: “And I will always tell you the truth.”
And thinks this is going to make a majority of the voting public go, “Aw, gee, he’s sorry. Now I can vote for him!”
Dream on, demented prince of darkness.
Meanwhile, in cities across the country, a brilliant activist group called INDECLINE erected statues of Trump in the tradition of Michelangelo’s David, titled, The Emperor Has No Balls. They give us a glimpse of what Melania Trump must face every night behind her closed bedroom door. I’m only surprised the figures aren’t a bit more orange.
INDECLINE added, “It is through these sculptures that we leave behind the physical and metaphorical embodiment of the ghastly soul of one of America’s most infamous and reviled politicians.”
And after taking down the statue in New York City, a spokesperson for the Parks & Recreation Department piled on with, “NYC Parks stands firmly against any unpermitted erection in city parks, no matter how small.”
Watch this video on the statue’s construction…
For over a year, we’ve suffered through Trump gleefully dishing out mockery and contempt all around. Now it’s payback time. Trump’s going down in a deluge of universal scorn he inspired, while he watches his impending political doom unfold in sinking poll numbers.
Will he find it humbling and try to mend his ways with any sincerity, or will he take the coward’s way out and implode?