His dreams
It’s all a bit of a clusterfuck apparently.
President Trump generated a good deal of drama over the past few months when he moved the convention to Jacksonville, Florida in attempt to get around pandemic restrictions in the original host city of Charlotte, North Carolina. But when COVID-19 cases shot up in Florida, events in Jacksonville were called off, and some party business was moved back to Charlotte.
“We’re leaving.”
slam
knockknock
“We’d like to come back.”
Now the convention has been pared down considerably and will be somewhat virtual – but it appears Trump hasn’t totally abandoned his dreams of a massive, mask-free crowd.
Which is a dream of a mound of corpses three or four weeks later.
President Donald Trump, a television producer at heart, is hoping for a convention next week that looks vastly different from the all-digital event Democrats have staged over the past days – including an emphasis on live programming and at least some type of audience who can respond to the multiple appearances he is planning.
He’s a television producer at heart and also at mind – he cares about showing off and making a noise far more than he cares about all the boring policy and security crap they keep trying to tell him about.
Calling aides at all hours from Air Force One or the White House residence, Trump has conveyed last-minute ideas on venues or gimmicks and demanded progress reports on the speakers he wants during his nominating extravaganza, which he hopes will provide a boost to his poll numbers.
Ha! Yes, people just long to listen to Don then Melania then Princess Ivanka then Don 2 then Eric then Bergdorf I mean Tiffany then Jared then Princess Ivanka’s personal groomer.
I think I have a drain to clean out that evening.
H/t Sackbut
Okay, the following is rather optimistic (and possibly against the rules regarding the nomination process, but a man can dream, right?) but how fantastic would it be if, after Trump has built himself up to the big moment, staring into the camera with that smug look plastered over his mug, the announcer steps forward and says ‘The Republican nomination to run for president in the 2020 election is…..(drum roll, Trump’s nearly wetting himself with excitement)……Mitt Romney!’
Looking forward to the 538 coverage of this shitshow.
A distinct possibility: 1. Trump loses the nomination, declares it to be rigged anyway, calls his followers out into the streets, with guns. 2. Gunfights erupt throughout the US. Downtown Manhattan becomes a major battleground. 3. Trump himself fires a few shots, then takes fright at what he has unleashed, and goes to ground. Nowhere to be found. 4. Wanted posters appear on Twitter and elsewhere, depicting a fugitive Trump. Reward for his capture starts at US$100 million, and keeps rising from there; by tweet. 5. FBI tracks Trump; locates his refuge on the top floor of Trump Tower, NYC. 6. In a scene straight out of ‘King Kong’, Trump and desultory supporters hold off the US Air Force from the roof of Trump Tower. 7. Naval bombardment reduces Trump Tower to rubble. 8. Elon Musk comes to Trump’s rescue; provides him with a space vehicle, in which he a a handful of his most devoted supporters make their escape to Mars. 9. Due to a navigation error, they land on Venus, with only just enough fuel left to make it down to the Venusian surface. Down there, Trump loses contact with Twitter; goes berserk inside the spaceship.
Yeah, for the few seconds they can survive the heat.