Really good blog post:
".......For 39 minutes, Trump swayed, bopped — sometimes stopping to speak — as he turned the event into almost a living-room listening session of his favorite songs from his self-curated rally playlist. for thirty-nine minutes, the crowd had no clue how to react. some stared. some sang along. many started to file out of the hall.
Finally, Donny reminded everyone to vote on January 5th, and waved goodbye.
What the fuck was that?
Did the press sanewash the shit out of it? Of course they did. they couldn’t stop talking about the brilliance of it all.
Oh, Donny was just improvising. thanks for clearing that up, New York Times. We had no idea that Donny was the John Fucking Coltrane of politics.
Mind you, there was no legitimate reason for Donny not to field more questions. There were no technical difficulties. the mics didn’t stop working. the narcoleptic fart factory with no impulse control and the attention span of a coked-up squirrel simply lost interest — and the compliant media patted him on the head, and went what a clever boy. What a brilliant fucking improvisor.
You can easily imagine how the press would react if Kamala Harris decided fuck it, let’s do some tunes in the middle of a town hall.
WHY AREN’T YOU ANSWERING QUESTIONS, KAMALA? WHY AREN’T YOU ANSWERING QUESTIONS?
Once again, Donny gets a free pass for behavior that would have instantly ended the career of any other politician.
Only the Washington Post had the courage actually point out how bizarre the whole episode was.
It’s time to consign demented dotard Donny to the dustbin of history. Stay focused. don’t obsess over every poll, and don’t run around with your hair on fire.
Three weeks to go.
Remember: if we vote, we win."