Sometimes…I don’t know, I just want Donald Trump to be tied hand and foot to a chair while each of us is given five minutes to explain into his face exactly what is so terrible about him.
It’s this.
Hillary Clinton colluded with the Democratic Party in order to beat Crazy Bernie Sanders. Is she allowed to so collude? Unfair to Bernie!
— Donald J. Trump (@realDonaldTrump) June 25, 2017
“Crazy” Bernie Sanders. “Crooked” Hillary. “Cryin’” Chuch Schumer. “Pocahontas.”
That man. That man with the hideous facial expressions, the ludicrous hair sculpture, the flapping too-long tie, the inability to utter an intelligent sentence, the non-stop lies, the pushing people out of his way, the bullying handshakes, the mockery of a disabled reporter, the abuse of women he considers not attractive enough, the corruption, the incompetence, the fraud – the extra scoop of ice cream Just For Him – that man has the gall to use insulting epithets for other people.
I would like 5 minutes to tell a pinioned Trump exactly why that makes him so contemptible and disgusting.
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Here’s my fantasy.
Trump is in a huge arena, packed to capacity. The audience is still and quiet, anticipating.. Trump is giving a speech. It doesn’t realy matter what it’s about. Every time he says something untrue or twisted, a big screen behind him lights up in red. The crowd says “LOSER” in unison. Otherwise, complete silence. No boos, no jeers, no heckling. At the end he has to stay on stage while every lie, half truth and distortion is pointed out and explained to him. By a child. After each one, the audience says “SAD.” At the end of it all, it is explained to him that telling lies is bad, and to continue to do so after having been told they are lies makes him a bad person. At this point everyone stands up, turns their backs to the stage, and exits in silence. Trump is left alone on stage.
The End/
That’s a very good fantasy. Top marks.
You are presupposing that he is capable of understanding our explanations.
Oh no. No I’m not. I know how vanishingly unlikely that is. No I just want him to be forced to hear them, and I want us to have the chance to make them.
Nice to see I’m not the only one to daydream along these lines. In mine, Trump gets something he loves – a motorcade, maybe even in the Queen’s golden carriage, down a major thoroughfare lined with pedestrians. Except the entire crowd is motionless, silent, and every single person turns to face away from him as he approaches them. And then they disperse and go home just as he reaches the podium to make a public speech.
Also, “colluding” with the Democratic Party isn’t exactly (!) the same thing as colluding with the Russian government to influence an election.
You all have kinder Trump fantasies than I do. Mine involve him in a hellscape out of Clive Barker.
My thoughts exactly. It is possible to do dirty politics within your own party, but it is not like colluding with a foreign government. And Clinton didn’t “collude” – she was merely their candidate of choice and they worked on her behalf, in ways that were somewhat lacking in integrity at times. That’s how politics has worked since at least the beginning of my lifetime, and I’ve studied enough history to realize it’s worked that way for a very long time indeed.
Hmmm, fancy a whole bunch of politically involved and motivated people looking at two candidates and deciding which one they preferred to back! Of course the Republican Party isn’t like that and they didn’t do anything to try and steer people away from Trump, right up until the point where they were stuck with him…
FFS, some people.
Ophelia, your fantasy reminded me of the scene in the brilliantly silly movie Airplane (O.J’s appearance notwithstanding) where the passengers are queueing to ‘placate’ the hysterical woman.
Is it possible that Trump is like a computer in as much as one has to punch information in?
It wouldn’t make any difference to him. Though it might relieve your feelings.
Trump would just know you’re wrong. He’d be angry – but only because you weren’t giving him the respect he thinks he deserves. Any point you had to make would glide off his shield of psycopathy and narcissism.