Analysis, Commentary, Opinion
T-Rump held a rally in Michigan this week.
I guess he thought he had something to celebrate. He is probably out over his skis.
I won’t bother you with commentary on all the blather he spewed; foul-mouthed and delusional he articulated his litany of grievances, blamed other people for his problems, lied and dissembled, took credit for other people’s successes, or just made things up so that he could have something to brag about.
What was new was this: he made a change in one of his routines, in the call and response he engages his crowd in, and they were utterly persuadable, willing and ready to believe in his call.
“Lock them up!” They chanted, when he turned his ire on the press. “Lock them up!”
They have moved away from endorsing police action against Trump’s political foes, and moved into an endorsement of locking up T-Rump’s critics, anywhere, in any place, whoever they might be.
Those week minded fool’s.
They, the feckless collective they, T-Rump’s mob, they may as well be wearing brown-shirts. They are clearing the way for the wrecking ball. They will be cheering triumphantly as it crashes into our republic and tears our democracy down.
T-Rump appears to be fond of dictators, auto-crats, strong men and junta’s; he seeks Putin’s favor (he murders his critics in the press); he says he in love with North Korea’s Kim, they have no free press and T-Rump fawns over the coverage he receives; he likes Erdogan of Turkey who locks up journalists, and El-Sisi of Egypt who does the same.
Look out America, here he comes, the orange tyrant, descending on us like a plague.