Morford: The angry orange man in the bathrobe
(the comments of the kool-ade drinkers are appalling)
The angry orange man in the bathrobe
Oh, that confused, blank look of utter incompetence. We are getting to know it all too well
If it wasn’t for the brazen white nationalism and the oozing bigotry (http://www.slate.com/articles/news_and_politics/cover_story/2017/02/government_by_white_nationalism_is_upon_us.html), if it wasn’t for the hissing misogyny and cruel misprision, if it wasn’t for the possible Russian hookers, if it wasn’t for sloppily compromising national security (http://www.sfgate.com/technology/businessinsider/article/Trump-s-aides-appeared-to-brief-him-on-North-10928870.php) and the massive (hidden) tax evasion…
If it wasn’t for Pence, Ryan, McConnell and the rest of the spineless Republican Party stabbing out their own eyeballs for another dirty syringe of Trump’s fascist heroin…
If it wasn’t for Steve “Destroy the State” Bannon, Scott “Gut the EPA” Pruitt and Betsy “What’s Public School?” DeVos and two dozen other billionaire hacks/Wall Street slitherins rushing to gorge themselves on the Treasury and the social safety net…
If it wasn’t for the vicious devaluation of science, the shrugging dismissal of education, the stubby orange middle finger to the environment…
If it wasn’t for the abuse of immigrants, the willful destruction of affordable health care and the sexist attack on women’s rights…
If it wasn’t for all of that (and more), the image of old-man Trump – bloated, choleric, orange as a bad ‘80s spray tan, disconnected from his army of paranoid white male fanatics as he shuffles around a mostly empty West Wing in his enormous bathrobe, all alone because his listless wife detests him and he has no friends and even his (terrifically awful) kids think he’s a bit of a ogre…
The image of old man Trump, yelling at the TV and jabbing his finger into his Twitter app and grunting to his lone bodyguard about how much he hates his new job and resents his new boss (that’s us) and wishes he was back grabbing pussies at the Miss America pageant…
This disturbing portrait of the president, one recently painted (and quickly made viral) by the New York Times, might – might – make Trump almost appear sort of… sad. Oddly pathetic. Deserving of empathy, even.
Usually around 6:30 p.m., or sometimes later, Mr. Trump retires upstairs to the residence to recharge, vent and intermittently use Twitter. With his wife, Melania, and young son, Barron, staying in New York, he is almost always by himself, sometimes in the protective presence of his imposing longtime aide and former security chief, Keith Schiller. When Mr. Trump is not watching television in his bathrobe or on his phone reaching out to old campaign hands and advisers, he will sometimes set off to explore the unfamiliar surroundings of his new home.
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Have you noticed? We’re almost a month in to the darkest chapter in modern American history and still there exists not a single truly inspiring, hopeful or genuinely kind image, video clip, intimate detail from the White House. All we have instead is horror, dread, a near-constant barrage of this-can’t-be-happening. There is Trump, not reassuringly greeting foreign dignitaries. There is the president, not playfully meeting the children of his staff, not catching the tender eye of his wife, not inspiring enthusiasm in his team, not appearing in any way thoughtfully engaged with the world around him.
Our international posture has become that of a schizophrenic goblin: one part jowly scowl, one part petulant leer, all bombast and bleat and whining, in public, about loser department stores, made-up voter fraud, “dishonest” coverage of revolting cabinet appointees and “unfair” portrayals on sketch comedy shows. Meanwhile, the world vomits. It’s become impossible to imagine a worse choice to lead the nation. Trump’s combination of ignorance, incompetence and chaotic cruelty is so diametrically opposed to the warmth, proficiency and deep intelligence Obama gave us for eight solid years, we may never recover from the whiplash.
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http://blog.sfgate.com/morford/2017/02/13/the-angry-orange-man-in-the-bathrobe/
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Only proves Medford's point! 