Rrrrrrr, Rrrrrrrr
Windmills, I tell you, windmills.
Trump, National Republican Congressional Committee’s annual spring dinner, Tuesday. He informed the enthralled audience that windmills give ya cancer. The noise from them. He imitated the noise for them.
But on Tuesday night during his most recent round of attacks against windmills, Trump cited what appeared to be a brand-new reason people should avoid the turbines.
“They say the noise causes cancer,” he told the crowd at the National Republican Congressional Committee’s annual spring dinner, punctuating his impassioned rhetoric with hand gestures and an exaggerated imitation of the sound of windmill blades rotating.
As presidents so routinely do.
Listening to Trump gives me brain cancer. I’m sure of it.
Poe’s Law personified.
Strange how he’s so concerned with the cancer causing properties of something that couldn’t possibly cause cancer, while at the same time totally fine with the gutting of rules designed to prevent the dumping of pollutants that are known carcinogens.
YNNB, he probably doesn’t have any friends who own wind farms. And Jared and Ivanka aren’t interested in getting into the wind business.
God, the way he says “wind” as though cheaply and efficiently harvesting a renewable natural resource were the most stupid idea imaginable.
And he starts by saying:
Wind? Wind what? I’m wondering if initially he couldn’t find (or didn’t know to look for) farm or mill or turbine?
Of course Trump wants to put up Wall. Hillary wanted to put up Wind.
Wall is Good. Wind is Bad.
Trump’s waltzes with incoherence are getting longer and longer, the streams of (un)conciousness more turbulent and muddy. The Madness of King Donald continues to deepen apace.
Or maybe it’s just a “W” word thing. Who the fuck knows?
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