Trump is a symptom of national psychosis — yet the Orange Lout is reliably good for an occasional smile — which puts him ahead of Cackle Salad Harris
© 2024 Peter Free
21 October 2024
If we are going to shoot ourselves in the head . . .
. . . by engaging in a presidential election between a fear-mongering imbecile and an alleged moron, we may as well go out with a smile.
Presidential candidate Trump . . .
. . . serving McDonald's food from one of its franchises' drive-up window, delivers such.
The visually compelling photographs that accompanied this stage-worthy stunt are (in themselves) happily memorable:
Wearing a red tie and an apron, the former president served up some fries and political shade against his rival during a behind-the-counter stint at McDonald’s on Sunday, which drew a monster crowd to the Feasterville-Trevose fast food restaurant.
McDonald’s has long been one of Trump’s favorite chains, but his visit to the Golden Arches on Sunday doubled as an effort to reiterate his doubts over Vice President Kamala Harris’ claims that she worked there in the 1980s.
“I’ll tell you what. It’s a great franchise. It’s a great company … look at the crowd over there. Look at how happy everyone is. They’re happy because they want hope,” the commander-in-beef told reporters from the drive-through window.
© 2024 Carson Swick and Ryan King, Trump works fry cooker at McDonald’s — and MAGA faithful line up to order: ‘I’ll take whatever he gives me’, New York Post (20 October 2024)
Now contrast . . .
. . . his humor-lacking rival, cackling Kamala Harris.
Whose only political platform consists of inducing panic about Trump's allegedly Hitlerian policies.
On its face, that's a laughable claim. Given the Biden administration's institutional weaponization of the Justice Department, as well as its Blue State appendages around the country.
Not to mention the Democratic Party's continuing attack on any speech that runs counter to the Deep State's unending stream of propaganda narratives.
The moral? — If we are going to pull the trigger on ourselves . . .
. . . should we do it with a bombast-filled narcissist, who (nevertheless) frequently makes us laugh in societal self-recognition?
Trump's memorable name-calling is an entertainment kaboodle ahead of Democrats' Nazi-emulating verbal terror and addictively deranged seriousness.
A wreath of bread and circuses will eventually mark the spot, where the United States drowned itself in Rank Stupidity's ocean.
Giggling, as we go down, will lighten self-termination's despairing mood.