By Beau Elliot
Remember when (OK, it was in back in the Middle Ages, so who can remember), then in Scotland at his golf course and resort (what else), Donald Trump got all giddy about the UK’s Brexit vote, contending that lowering the value of the pound would help his resort and tourism in the UK in general?
It was a bit funny, if not outright hilarious (so little is these days unless you have fallen in love with train wrecks), that the Trumpster was standing in Scotland, raving about excitement surrounding the pro-Brexit vote in the Scotland. In truth, the Scots had overwhelmingly voted to remain in the EU. Good work there, Trumpery-in-Chief to be.
The other funny thing about the Trumpster, Brexit, and UK tourism is that he turned out to be 180 degrees wrong. After the Brexit vote, BBC Radio reports, the number of tourists in the UK is way, way down, and those in the tourism biz are hurting. In that financial sort of way.
The Trumpster wouldn’t know anything about that sort of financial way. I mean, look at his getting bailed out of tough spots by his multimillionaire Pappy. (What, exactly, happened to that $3 million in poker chips that his father bought from his casino that were never cashed in?) I mean, look at his walking away from bankruptcies, claiming he made lots of money, not lost any, as he did in the GOP primaries. (But then claiming $918 million in losses in those bankruptcies so he reportedly did not have to pay any income taxes for years.)
Um, yeah.
But who cares about money? I mean, outside of just about every human being since 8,000 years ago or 6,000 years ago or whenever our ancestors wandered off into the wilderness of rectangular (reactangular?) housing and private property?
So of course we don’t care about money, or climate change, or the cost of cat food, because poor people have to eat, too, when we would prefer that they just die off so they don’t bother us anymore. We care about voter fraud in the U.S.
At least, that’s what the Trumpster believes. Of course, he also believes that Pluto should be a planet, because small hands, and minds, should not disqualify a spacial body from planetary status. (Does he realize this reasoning gives Manny Ramirez an opening into the Hall of Fame?)
So the Trumpster, reverting to his Great Divider persona from the campaign, has been cavorting around, claiming that he would have won the popular vote, too, had it not been for 3 million illegals voting for Hillary Clinton. She now leads the popular vote by 2.2 million votes; Electoral College anyone? Warning: There are no graduate-level degrees.
Um, yeah. He has utterly no, as in zero, evidence of fraudulent voting. Well, except for right-wing radio host Alex Jones, who believes in the voter fraud and also believes in so many right-wing conspiracy theories that he builds grassy knolls into mountain tops. Brings a whole new meaning to orogeny.
Well, the Trumpster is right. I have all those 3 million illegal voters crammed into my bedroom for their safety. In this case, “safety” is the code word for “who gets the bathroom next?”
It’s a bit cramped.
So, some words of wisdom from the Leader (the Leader in the Ionesco sense, if one can make sense of Ionesco):
“The day I realized it can be smart to be shallow was, for me, a deep experience.” — Donald Trump, Trump: Think Like a Billionaire (2004)