It has become a ruse! At first, many of us had hoped that something valuable would arise, amidst the dank, dark, dung, which is always the ground upon which Trump stands. To use an analogy, after a wildfire, and the ashes loom like weeds, brown and rakish red, a traveler wanders into the ominous wilderness and spots a tiny green sprout, peeking out from the fallen flora and fauna, thinking, aha, Mother Nature has begun to reproduce, there is hope. Originally we thought, perhaps from the damn, the deluge of danger, the gut and gall stemming from Trump’s own inability to lead might create, this time, a spark a tiny life form that hope may begin again. BUT FUCK NO! It was intended and still remains a ruse, a mini-version of a Trump MAGA Rally, filled with the same ass licking sidekicks, the immense litany of lies, fabrications, and false promises, and the glorification of a man as THE DEITY, self-anointed and appointed by the sinister lackeys, whose only justification for even speaking to the public, IS his or her bathing in the blather of bull shit by praising the frailest ego, of Trump!
The CLUSTERFUCK of non-social distancing by the political appointees, and the sad array of once intelligent real medical and scientific professionals, now relegated to placing their hands over their faces when faced with death-defying lies. The appointed inept political Trump pals, continue to never answer a question of who, what where or when, but are quite polite and cautious enough to begin their BS with, “thank you Mr. President, or under President Trump's leadership, or at the Presidents urging…” saying the name Trump at least a dozen times, and admitting any truth or fact, or timeline hardly ever. And the newest old reinvention are those heartwarming PR written Hallmark Moment BS stories, of Dorothy from Kansas, Sue Ann from Montana, Ed from MAGAVILLE, who praised the Trump for helping save their lives and helping them make that recovery from the Chinese Virus, to Trump Land! And now we have the version of “Good Job Brownie,” a man named Pete T. Gaynor, the FEMA Administrator, joining the Keystone Cops, whose first appearance left nothing more to the information pool, then speaking in circles, and not saying a fucking thing.
“Ain’t nothing to learn here folks…” Nope, just Trump selling the public on Drugs, to use to fight COVID-19, the ones Jared Kushner’s brother in law looked up, on a Google site, or tremendous Corps of Arm Engineer hospitals, not even on the blank pages of an architect's white sheets, and oh yeah, as a businessman Trump finds it silly to throw away so many used masks and gowns. What kind of bottom-line do you reap when you don’t reuse! A RUSE, a Trump MAGA RALLY RUSE!
