Trumpapalooza, or, Trumps gonna Trump

The Donald just can’t help himself.  The world is made for people who aren’t cursed with self-awareness, and everyone’s favorite squirrel-headed failed property mogul-turned-reality TV whore is back beating the same drum he was thumping last year, going full-retard on Birtherism.

This is not a bad thing.  Donald Trump has a way of showing who the real idiots are.  Last year, he exposed Birtherism for the delusion it is, and as a side effect brought about an excellent video for the White House Correspondents’ Dinner (soundtracked with “Real American”, Hulk Hogan’s old WWF intro music).  At the time, he was pretty well shut up by the simple expedient of doing what the Bush team failed to do: nail Osama bin Laden.

Now, the Trumpster’s back and doing the world a service by exposing the real problem with Mitt Romney: his absolute lack of identity.  The danger of Mitt Romney as President isn’t anything he would do, because he is without form, and void.  The problem is that he would essentially serve as the turnstile attendant for the modern GOP – sitting in the Oval Office rubber-stamping whatever the Confederates serve up.  Since 1994, we’ve seen exactly what’s on offer with the modern Congressional GOP.  Clinton stopped it.  Bush didn’t want to, and Obama’s been hamstrung by the Bully Party’s indifference to decades of Senate norms and folkways (and further sandbagged by Harry Reid’s sullying the good name of pussy as Majority “Leader”).

Enjoy the Trump spectacle.  That’s exactly what you can expect life to look like under a Romney administration – send in the clowns, 24-7-365, and watch Multiple Choice Mitt hold the door.

God, what an asshole.

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