The End of Trump
I voted for Hillary Clinton for president, something I also hadn't planned on doing. My choice had been Green Party candidate Jill Stein even during the primaries, though if Bernie Sanders became the "Democratic" nominee I probably would have voted for him.
What sealed the deal for me was Monday night's debate, as well as my declining enthusiasm for Jill Stein. She increasingly appears to me to be a sloganeer - a common affliction among "leftists." She also seems robotic. I met her in April at the Wisconsin Green Party's state nominating convention, attended by about 8 people. I asked her if she was still practicing medicine, and she answered "I'm practicing political medicine." It sounded rehearsed and rhetorical to me, but at the time she appeared to be a better choice than what the major parties had to offer.
The debate was fun, much more than I expected. I watched it out of duty as a citizen, but was expecting an hour-and-a-half of pain. Instead, Hillary Clinton delivered a masterful performance, making Trump look like the blustering fool that he is. If the people of this country choose him after this debacle, they deserve the downfall that comes with him. The choice would be to just go completely mad.
I don't expect this to happen. The pressure is building on Trump and the "Republicans" daily, and he likely won't be their candidate by election day. He may bring them all down with him, and it would be a disaster for this criminal organization. It would be a disaster for the rest of us if he becomes president.
Today, in a parting gesture, outgoing Senate Minority Leader Harry Reid addressed the entire Senate, and among other words of condemnation of "Republicans" told them "The only thing Republicans have truly done this year was to prove that they are the party of Trump. Republicans would have us all believe that Trump just fell out of the sky, and somehow mysteriously became the nominee of their party. But that is not how it is. Trump is no anomaly. He is the monster that Republicans built. He is their Frankenstein’s monster. They own him."
Stunning. I would say that truer words have never been spoken, but there might be something truer in human history. Tied for truest words ever spoken - that will do. So long Harry, we'll miss you. You fought the good fight.
It will only get harder for Trump from here on out, and he's a mere human like the rest of us. He has lived his life as a fraud, and it has served him up to this point. It takes the psychological strength of a psychopath to lie and bluster all day every day, but there are limits. Trump is 70 years old, a year younger than me. I'm in good shape - do yoga, tai chi, walk, ride a bike, and do some lifting. I get plenty of sleep. I eat organic foods. I meditate. It's still a struggle, and a losing struggle as time passes. The inevitable gets closer every day. Trump isn't in good shape, gets little sleep, and what exercise he gets is in walking to podiums.
He will break. Forces are mounting against him. In the latest Newsweek it is revealed that Trump violated the embargo against "Cuba." The statute of limitations may have run out on this latest crime, but this report shows the "Republican" candidate for the presidency of the "United States" to be a Federal felon.
We can expect revelations to appear on a daily basis between now and November 8. Trump can lie and distort all he wants, but his support will dwindle, and with it his spirit, such as it is. He's no Samson, though he has the hair. A good haircut is in his future, metaphoric though it may be. If he ends up in prison, a real haircut would be likely.
Here's a song. Here's another. Alternate version. Jimmy Cliff. When Trump goes down to defeat we can sing this great Blind Faith song. Here's a song for Trump. Here's another. This is what is going to happen to Trump on November 8. This song captures the mood of what it must be like to be a Trump employee. This would be a good job for Trump when he's in prison. Or maybe this. Or this. Maybe he could take guitar lessons. Alternate version. He can look forward to the warden throwing a party.