In practice, Donald Trump’s year-end prime-time address presented the American public with 18 minutes of combative presidential blame-shifting and excuse-making, packaged in the unsubtle desperation of a man who doesn’t seem to understand why so much of the public doesn’t appreciate his systemic failures and embarrassments. (Steve Benen/MS Now)
No, I did not watch this LIE-A-THON. I did not even want to try. I knew it was too close to bedtime, and I honestly wanted to fall asleep easily. I also realized that Trump would lie about everything and anything, and my gut was not up to handling all of his bullshit.
So, today, first doing my breathing exercises, to maintain control of my emotions, I bravely dared to read the reviews, the editorials, and watch the videos of this 18-minute LIE-A-THON, from the perspective of the Lying Fox Propaganda Machine to the opinions of the MS NOW.
And lo, and behold, I took a few moments to talk to myself and say thank you for not putting myself through this last, right before bed. Even now, as I write this BLOG, my stomach is churning, I feel my last nerve turning numb, and I am shaking my head in disbelief.
Here we are, America, we have Trump in power, he lives to lie, and lying is his life. Is help on the way…so far, I don’t hear the urgent sirens of a police car or ambulance heading our way.
And then the song “Somebody to Love,” by Jefferson Airplane, entered my mind, and these lyrics blasted in my brain: When the truth is found to be lies. And all the joy within you dies
