Donald Trump is Toast

October 10, 2016

By Karen

George Bernard Shaw said, “I learned long ago, never to wrestle with a pig. You get dirty, and besides, the pig likes it.”

That sums up the second debate between Hillary Clinton and Donald Trump. It was the highlight of Trump’s weekend of being trampled in a Republican stampede for the exits after a 2005 Access Hollywood tape surfaced of Trump talking like a pig about women.

Donald’s dirt is dropping so fast now, who can keep up?

Trump started out more subdued, but it couldn’t last. He was soon pacing, scowling, interrupting, whining that the moderators were unfair and not picking on Hillary enough, and sniffling 80 times (by my count).

Turns out sniffling is his debate style. I noted that he often sniffed when he was about to, or had just, said something untruthful or particularly nasty.

Die-hard Trump lovers think he won, excusing the rehash of threadbare old stump content, complete with the usual exaggerations and boasts, fact-free and plan-free.

Now that Trump is engineering every week to be a bad week, his campaign is down for the count.

In a last gasp, he dug up some women from Bill Clinton’s past. Trump wanted to seat them with his family so they’d be front and center, but it didn’t happen. Sex scandals lose their fizz when all the players are grandparents.

Besides, Bill’s not running for president. Whatever Hillary said about those women, she said as a wife who’d been cheated on. Did Trump really think THEY were the victims?

As a ploy to embarrass and disgrace Hillary, it was a resounding fail.

But in the face of Trump’s blistering idiocy, Hillary showed a leader’s temperament and restraint, even as Trump persisted in slouching around behind her like a bratty kid.

Trump managed to maintain a poker-face while he sang the same old song: Everything’s the biggest “mess” and “disaster” in “the history of the world,” and Trump will make it all rainbows and lollipops for the very people he’s bashed — blacks, Muslims, Mexicans. “What have you got to lose?”

One of Trump’s best lows came when a Muslim woman asked him about labeling Muslims a threat to the country. Trump responded that he’d welcome Muslims if they’d just agree to spy on and rat out each other, then in the next breath he called for “extreme vetting” because Muslim immigration is “the great Trojan horse of our time.”

After the debate, Hillary shook Trump’s hand when she probably could have slapped the spray tan off his face, and then she approached the town hall participants to pose for selfies.

Trump made a beeline for his family because his show was over. Literally.


Post-Debate: Donald Trump’s One Chewed-Up Cheeto

September 27, 2016

By Adele

Hope you tuned in for the debate last night to see the beginning of the end of Donald Trump’s run for president.

He started out fairly calm, but with no teleprompter to keep him grounded, Hillary soon got under his hide like a cat burrowing into a warm blankie. That caused him to retreat to his comfort zone, which means interrupting, bragging, lying, repeating himself, and mostly keeping a safe distance from facts.

And sniffling and guzzling water. What was up with that? Does cocaine need a chaser? I couldn’t take my eyes off his nose, waiting for a bat to escape the cave and gross out Lester Holt. “Joe Blo” on YouTube kindly compiled Trump’s nose action…

Later, Trump nonsensically claimed his “defective microphone” was the culprit. How? Did he get confused and try to snort it?

His hapless running mate, Mike Pence, claimed today on CBS This Morning that he never noticed Trump’s labored breathing. Sure, the world began tweeting about it simultaneously last night because Trump WASN’T sniffling.

Another hilarious moment came when Trump said, “I don’t believe she does have the stamina. To be president of this country, you need tremendous stamina,” while hanging onto his podium for dear life with both hands. He used his podium to prop himself up through much of the debate, while Hillary stood under her own power.

Hillary did a masterful job of holding her ground, letting Trump’s monosyllabic grunts and rambling accusations roll right off. You knew from her smile that she was picturing some idiot child playing grownup in a suit and tie whenever she looked at him.

I stand by my prediction that Trump won’t do any more debates, and his BFF, Rudy Giuliani, agrees it’s a bad idea. Trump knows now that he’s incapable of doing the prep necessary to get the best of a policy wonk like Hillary. To beat her, he’d have to become things he’s not — reasonable, rational, and coherent — and sustain it for 90 minutes.

Here are two other analyses of the debate I agree with. Seth Meyers brought out some great points…

And so did Trevor Noah…


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