There is no connection between my career as a journalist and that of an accomplished and inspirational icon like Gwen Ifill except for this one personal anecdote.
In 2008, I was an attendee at the UNITY convention in Chicago. UNITY was where four journalism organizations, the National Association of Black Journalists, the National Association of Hispanic Journalists, Asian-American Journalists Association and the Native American Journalists Association held one joint convention. It was like a Woodstock for news scribes and it was glorious.
One afternoon, I’m walking through the convention center on my way to a seminar and approaching in the other direction was Gwen Ifill. I stopped her and told her how much I admired and respected her. She smiled a pleasant smile and accepted my fanboy platitudes, shook my hand and went on her way.
That’s my personal Gwen Ifill story.
I recall how Ifill moderated the 2004 vice-presidential debate between Dick Cheney and John Edwards and she asked a question about the high rate of HIV-infected Black women which clearly neither Cheney or Edwards were prepared to answer. These powerful White men were stunned into silence and mumbles, by an intrepid Black woman doing her job and doing it well.
Discomforting the comfortable: That’s what a real journalist does and Ifill was a real journalist in an age where they’re in scant supply. Gwen Ifill always treated journalism as a profession worthy of respect and she worked hard at The Boston Globe, The New York Times, NBC News and PBS to earn it.
Now more than ever we needed Ifill’s kind of clarity and integrity and with her loss we’re all a little poorer for it.
Tonight when she takes the stage for the first presidential debate with Donald Trump at Hofstra University It’s a given Hillary Clinton enters the debate with a superior advantage in knowledge of policy, international and domestic issues, gravitas, substance and will not at any time brag about her lady parts.
If Trump gets through the debate without calling Clinton a “lyin’ ass bitch”, he’ll be declared the winner by those already predisposed to do so. That’s okay. My own expectations are we’re going to have a substantive and civil discourse on matters of great importance in a dignified debate.
Kidding! I’m appalled this debate has been framed like a heavyweight fight and the only question is how many jabs and feints will it take before the big knockout punch is thrown.
I will be watching the debates with a glass of sangria in one hand and the TV remote in the other so I can follow the Falcons vs. Saints game. I have a Saints receiver starting for my fantasy football team (The Blair Walsh Project) and I’d like to finish my weekend strong. However, as a good American, I am skilled at viewing two vastly different events at the same time and thus switch between a relatively meaningless early NFL game and an important discussion between two wildly unpopular and disliked people vying for the right to lead a nation into peace or war.
James Fallows on why we will watch and what it will mean
Clinton has the burden is to show she can be trusted. Trump has the burden of trying to appear, not only presidential, but sane. He’s got the easier lift.
Trump cannot immediately become an American dictator if he wins. But within four years? Challenge accepted!
Make no mistake about it. Donald Trump would be like no other president we’ve ever had because he’s like no other presidential candidate we’ve ever seen. No need to go down the list of Trump’s personality quirks, propensity to lie repeatedly even when he doesn’t have to, or the policy proposals and statements which would be nightmarish in their effect or just flat-out unconstitutional as proposed.
There is something about Trump which tells me he wouldn’t be an American dictator. He’s vicious and evil enough, but also too lazy to commit to it. He’s not philosophically motivated or driven by ideology to pursue the means to accomplish the ends of dismantling democracy. Anyone as flaky as Trump can be isn’t going to round-up all his enemies and waterboard them when he becomes Commander-in-Chief. That’s too small. Sure, he’d make their lives a living hell, but that sort of fun and games will be President Trump’s downtime distraction in-between starting a war with Iran or North Korea and shooting the shit with his new butt-buddy, Vladimir Putin.
There will be no dull days with Trump in the White House. He may walk into the Situation Room in a foul mood because the First Lady wouldn’t give him a handjob last night, so now he’s ready to bomb the bejesus outta somebody and shout, “Bring me the nuclear football!”
Nothing to worry about. Just the fate of the free world. That’s all.
Summer 2016 was hot, sticky and not a lot of fun. Many big name Hollywood blockbusters tanked. The presidential election has been a long slog. Television ratings for the Summer Olympics were off and every time you turned on the TV there were plenty of reasons to turn it back off.
Then along came Ashleigh Smith to save the summer with Sunkissed as welcome as coming across brightly sparkling gem in the sand. Blessed with maturity beyond her years, Smith is a singer more than a stylist who caresses and interprets a song than hammer the listener with hey-look-at-me vocal gymnastics.
The 27-year-old Dallas-based singer/songwriter effortlessly blends soul, jazz and pop on her debut album. Smith’s “Best Friends” is radio-friendly and serves as a nice introduction to what she brings to the party. There’s a breezy bossa nova groove to the tune as Smith references her fondness for Stevie Wonder courtesy of Kevin Wyatt’s quality harmonica work.
Smith’s skill set includes songwriting as she co-wrote five of the album’s 10 compositions. The other half includes covers of The Beatles “Blackbird’ and Hall & Oates’ 1975 hit, “Sara Smile” and they work best as showpieces for Smith’s comfort with lighter fare without really moving the needle as game-changing interpretations.
What does work better for Smith are her own songs like “The World Is Calling,” a commentary on contemporary social issues which avoids becoming preachy, the optimistic “Sunkissed” and the sparkling “Into the Blue” which is enhanced in no small part by the four-piece horn section arranged by trumpeter Jarriel Carter. The whole album is brimming with right choices by Smith and producers Chris Dunn and Nigel Rivers and avoids any glaring missteps, but “Into the Blue” is a track that demands repeat listening.
In 2014, Smith won the Sarah Vaughan International Vocal Competition after placing second two years later. She added vocal backup for pop artist Chrisette Michele and covers one of her compositions, “Love Is You” but Smith is equally comfortable with standards as she closes out with Anthony Newley’s “Pure Imagination” from Willie Wonka and the Chocolate Factory stripped down to only her multi-tracked vocals and it is a pure delight.
Read the liner notes and the names of the other musicians likely aren’t familiar ones. That is not an accident. Smith wanted to avoid “big name” musicians and went with other players she worked with from a jazz camp at the University of North Texas. When a new artist enters the studio the temptation is there to wrap them in a cocoon of hand-picked professional musicians and production. Thankfully, Sunkissed does not succumb to playing it safe and Smith never gets lost in studio gimmicks.
In 2014, one my favorite AAJ critics (me!) wrote, “For jazz not only to thrive, but survive, it must begin to create its own superstars who can deliver a much-needed shot of adrenaline to the flagging art form, but have skills in social media and marketing, creating a global brand, and finding new forms beyond record sales, radio play and live gigs in fewer clubs and concert halls to reach the new breed of jazz fans.”
Ashleigh Smith announces with Sunkissed the next generation of jazz artists is here for the previous generation to pass the baton on to capable hands. She’s not the next Sarah Vaughan. She’s the first Ashleigh Smith.
Track Listing: Best Friends; Sara Smile; The World Is Calling; Love Is You; Blackbird; Sunkissed; Into the Blue; Brokenhearted Girl; Beautiful and True; Pure Imagination
Eric Holder, President Obama’s first attorney general, had only been on the job for a month when he called out the whole damn U.S. of A. for its timid reluctance to talk about race in an open and honest way. “Though this nation has proudly thought of itself as an ethnic melting pot, in things racial we have always been and continue to be, in too many ways, essentially a nation of cowards. Though race related issues continue to occupy a significant portion of our political discussion, and though there remain many unresolved racial issues in this nation, we, average Americans, simply do not talk enough with each other about race.”
Conservatives already didn’t like Holder before, but they were really pissed at him for being rude enough to remind the nation this isn’t a post-racial paradise. When Black people tell White people things like this they are going to get crushed for doing so. This is where Colin Kaepernick finds himself in today.
If you’re a professional athlete and you’re actively supporting Black Lives Matter, you’re putting yourself in the frying pan. If you refuse to stand for the Star-Spangled Banner, you’re cooked. America loved Muhammad Ali after he got sick and no longer dangerous, but they don’t want NFL players walking in his shoes.
As a longtime San Francisco 49ers fan, my interest was rekindled when Jim Harbaugh selected Colin Kaepernick as the quarterback to lead the 49ers back to somewhere Alex Smith never could get to: The Super Bowl. They came up three points short to the Baltimore Ravens, but the future looked bright for the Niners and Kaepernick looked like the guy to return the franchise to its Montana/Young glory days.
Only four players remain from that 2012 Super Bowl runner-up and after today’s final roster cuts today while Kaepernick is still one of them, it’s only as the $11 million back-up to the wretched Blaine Gabbert.
The scourging of Colin Kaepernick takes several different lines of attack.
“Kaepernick is a rich, well-paid football player who should shut up because where else is he going to enjoy this level of success.”
Because only poor people have the right to protest?
“Kaepernick is a lousy football player who should be cut, traded or ride the bench in San Francisco. Who is he to say anything?”
It’s true Kapernick is not the hot property he once was, but he is an American citizens and American citizens are not required to stand and observe the National Anthem. This right extends even to professional football players. Incredible, yes I know.
That one came courtesy of NBC Sports’ Rodney Harrison. Harrison, who suffered at least 10 concussions in his playing days and was suspended four games in 2007 for using Human Growth Hormone, later “apologized” for questioning Kaepernick’s racial roots because he didn’t know Kaepernick was Black.
I can’t even.
“I acknowledge Kaepernick’s right to protest, but since America is one of the least racist countries on the planet, he’s protesting about the wrong thing.”
Here’s the thing: if you only agree someone has the right to protest when you agree with what they’re protesting about, you don’t really believe in the right.
Kaepernick is not the next MLK. He’s not the next Jim Brown, Kareem Abdul-Jabbar, Muhammad Ali or any other Black athlete who has stood up (or sat down) to protest the racial inequities of America. He’s the first Colin Kaepernick and he’s following the light all those before him cast upon the darkness of American racism.
Some guys don’t get it. Like Rodney Harrison. Some guys do like Bart Scott.
“I think the death of Muhammad Ali has stirred the pot. It has moved the needle to where athletes are becoming socially conscious. They’re not concerned about the bottom line. They’re not concerned with their dollars. They understand that they have a voice and [they’re] almost ashamed of how they used their voice in the last 20 years since Jim Brown, Lew Alcindor, Muhammad Ali stepped up for social change. Now, guys are ashamed and I think they’re going to try to do something about it.
“We just honored the same man that we persecuted back in the day. It’s always the right time to fight for justice, fight for what you believe in. It’s never a convenient time to talk about what you believe in. You’re supposed to wait til tomorrow? Until he’s not a player? Who’s going to listen? If he had tweeted, who would have cared?”
The way this supposedly washed-up, scrub QB is being vilified, scorned, mocked, and damned, you would think he came out of the huddle, ripped off his jersey revealing a “Black Lives Matter” T-shirt, and then pulled out an American flag and set it on fire on the 50-yard line. All he did was remaining seated on the bench instead of standing for an anthem that has lost its meaning for him.
Maybe Kaepernick eventually goes and maybe he stays. Either way, the 49ers are going to suck. This is a rotten team. and the bookmakers give them the least chance to make it to the Super Bowl. I knew this before this drama jumped off so where Kap stands on the national anthem, Black Lives Matter or being able to check down to a receiver probably isn’t going to make much difference to the overall product on the field.
American history is soaked in the blood of Black people. It is the nation’s Original Sin and it didn’t end as much as it evolved. If it hasn’t why are we still having this discussion. Racism is a cancer, not a bruise. It goes dormant and then it blazes back to ferocious life.
White Americans have a remarkable talent to ignore the past, sugarcoat the future and hope the future never comes. This works for them until every so often someone like Colin Kaepernick comes along to remind them, that’s the America they created for themselves. It’s not the one Black Americans live in.
Thanks, Colin for reminding the rest of America, but its gonna cost you.
A cousin of Dwyane Wade was shot and killed Friday afternoon in Chicago while pushing her baby in a stroller.
Nykea Aldridge, 32, was a mother of four who had gone to register her older children for elementary school when she was shot in the head and arm around 3:30 p.m., according to Chicago’s ABC 7.
Aldridge was in the Parkway Gardens neighborhood on Chicago’s South Side, caught in the crossfire of an altercation she was not involved with, police reports said.
“The entire Chicago Bulls organization is deeply saddened by the news of Dwyane Wade’s cousin, Nykea Aldridge,” the team said in a statement released Friday night. “We send our deepest condolences to the entire Wade family during this difficult time.”
…Donald Trump won’t exploit.
At a rally on Wednesday, Trump said, “Hillary Clinton is a bigot who sees people of color only as votes, not as human beings worthy of a better future.”
Donald Trump is a sickening, vile, repugnant, repulsive, racist asshole and if you support a sickening, vile, repugnant, repulsive racist asshole, what does that say about you?
What it says to me is the only difference between you and Trump is you ain’t rich.
Donald Trump wants the Black vote. Okay, that’s not true. He doesn’t want the Black vote, but he has to say he wants the Black vote despite doing nothing to get it.
“What do you have to lose? You’re living in poverty. Your schools are no good. You have no jobs. Fifty-eight percent of your youth is unemployed. What the hell do you have to lose? I will produce. I will produce the inner cities and I will produce for the African Americans. And the Democrats will not produce. All they’ve done is taken advantage of your vote. … If you keep voting for the same people, you’ll get exactly the same result.”
This is like a bear telling you its better if you let him eat you instead of being devoured by piranhas because it’ll go quicker. Trump next made a bold prediction what happens if he wins and runs for reelection in 2020.
“I guarantee you that I will get over 95 percent of the African-American vote. I promise you. Because I will produce.”
Secondly, Donald Trump is not going to Black voters seeking their support. His “what the hell have you got to lose?” remarks were made in Dimondale, Michigan, a city that is less than 1 percent Black. Trump has declined invitations to speak to the NAACP convention in Cincinnati and the joint convention of the National Association of Black Journalists and National Association of Hispanic Journalists in Washington.
Trump didn’t even send his national director of African-America outreach, Omarosa Manigault to pinch hit for him. Actually there is no African-American outreach by Trump and there never was. It’s an outreach to White Americans in hopes of convincing them they aren’t voting for an insane racist (hint: they are) .
This is obvious to Michael Steele, the former chairman of the Republican National Committee, who told The Wall Street Journal he has passed along requests from historically black colleges for Mr. Trump to speak….“You don’t go to a white community to talk about black folks. Hello, it doesn’t make sense.”
Actually, it makes a lot of sense if the audience you’re trying to reach with your open invitation isn’t the one you’re really interested in.
Trump needs to do something, and nonwhite voters are already too far gone for the real estate mogul to make up lost ground. (Trump is on pace to lose black voters by the largest margin in modern American history, surpassing even Barry Goldwater’s catastrophic performance in the 1964 presidential election.) Enter Kellyanne Conway, part of the latest round of political operatives to hitch their fate to Trump’s aspirations. Last week, Conway—who backed Texas Sen. Ted Cruz in the Republican primaries—supplanted Paul Manafort as manager for the Trump campaign. And in short order, she has worked to tame the worst of Trump’s behavior.
The goal is straightforward: If Trump seems more normal and less erratic, then he could begin to win those white college-educated voters who are critical to victory in states like Colorado, Florida, North Carolina, and Pennsylvania. For Team Trump, it’s a simple equation. If those voters are turned off by his racist rhetoric, then he could address their fears by loudly reaching out to black voters. It’s an old strategy, meant to assure a critical set of Republican-leaning voters that they aren’t backing a bigot.
Conway herself gave away the game in a Sunday interview with ABC’s George Stephanopoulos. “I live in a white community. I’m white. I was very moved by his comment,” said Conway, when asked about the all-white venue for Trump’s comments and the extent to which they sustain the idea that most black Americans live in poverty. Likewise, on Monday, Republican National Committee spokesperson Sean Spicer pointed to Trump’s belated adherence to anti-discrimination laws as evidence of black outreach, something that wouldn’t win a single black voter to Trump’s side, but might assuage some white ones.
The Great White Father of the unwashed Black masses is continuing his soul serenade as he speaks to overwhelmingly White audiences about the Negro Problem.
“Poverty. Rejection. Horrible education. No housing. No homes. No ownership. Crime at levels nobody has seen. You can go to war zones in countries that we’re fighting and it’s safer than living in some of our inner cities. They’re run by the Democrats.”
“Look, it is a disaster the way African Americans are living. We’ll get rid of the crime. You’ll be able to walk down the street without getting shot. Right now, you walk down the street, you get shot.”
He’s absolutely right. When I took the trash out, I had to duck and cover to avoid a couple of drug dealers shooting it out in the alley and on my way to work, I sped past a drive-by and a gang rape.
Trump paints a dire picture of what life is like for Black people, and he’s showing off his Art of the Unreal to enthusiastic audiences of Whites who eat up all this doom and gloom of violence, dysfunction, addition, poverty, unemployment and rampant crime. That’s not how most Black people live, but when the only Black folks you know are Omarosa, that’s the way Trump sees how they live.
What that means is obvious to New York Times columnist, Charles Blow.
“Donald Trump is a bigot, there’s no other way to get around it. Anybody who accepts that, supports it. Anybody supports it is promoting it and that makes you a part of the bigotry itself. You have to decide whether or not you want to be part of the bigotry that is Donald Trump. You have to decide whether you want to be part of the sexism and misogyny that is Donald Trump.”
And there you have it. Donald Trump isn’t appealing to Black voters. He doesn’t even talk to them and he knows he’s not getting their votes. When they aren’t being constantly shot at, Black voters know Trump’s history and they aren’t going to be suckered in by his sweet words that Daddy will make it all right.
Trump’s latest “pivot” (or is it “flailing?”), that all Black Americans are living in a dystopian war zone only HE can save them from is an insult to every sentient, conscious Black American and should be considered an insult by every sentient, conscious White American.
Trump is treading a familiar road. It’s a road where all the criminals are Black like George H.W. Bush’s Willie Horton and everyone on welfare and food stamps are Black like Ronald Reagan’s “welfare queens” and Blacks are a problem to be solved instead of citizens to be involved.
Playing upon stereotypes and racial fear and resentment is an old tactic, but a very successful one. Lee Atwater would smile with pride.
Out of pain comes growth and in 2007, Keiko Matsui, emerged from a divorce, record label troubles, and embraced her new singularity by striking out in a bold new direction as she traveled to South Africa, paired up with trumpeter Hugh Masakela and the results was the adventurous Moyo, one of the brightest and best recordings of a 30-year career.
Fast forward nine years and Matsui’s back at it again with Journey To The Heart, a spirited and joyful project that brims with equal parts euphoric passion and unbridled brilliance as Matsui seems invigorated as a player, composer, and bandleader. Paired with a drum-head tight new band, this is her finest album in nearly a decade.
Don’t call it world beat. Put a Japanese pianist in the studio with a Cuban bassist and drummer, (Del Puerto and Branley) add a guitarist from Peru (Stagnero) and a percussionist from Venzuela (Quintero) then just for grins invite a dazzling harmonica player from Switzerland (Maret) to join in on the festivities, and what you have is Matsui’s 27th album as a leader as she stakes out a bold new direction as she moves into more acoustic music. Intact is her signature precision on the piano and her stately compositions and arrangements.
I don’t have any proof, but I wonder if Matsui stripping down her sound to a more acoustic setting has anything to do with another Japanese pianist, Hiromi Uehara unplugging with her Trio Project to positive reviews. It’s possible, if not provable…
It takes supreme confidence in yourself and your fellow musicians to reign in and allow them to take the lead and compliment them instead of relegating them to little more than sidemen. Taking few solos here, Matsui has always been willing to unselfishly share the spotlight as her duet with Greigoire Maret on the riveting “Two Harbors” is ample evidence of.
“Moving On” and “Carnival” are two romper stompers featuring guitarist Ramon Stagnero who nimbly navigates his way as Matsui trades leads with him until percussionist Luis Quintero brings it home. It’s exciting to follow in a way Matsui’s recent outings with studio pros were not.
Too many musicians reach a stage in their careers where they seemingly say, “That’s good enough. I’ve done a few different things. I can just keep making the same old same old with different titles and it will sell.” Maybe that’s true for a dinosaur rock band content to go on stage and crank out the hits, but for a jazz artist, that is a shortcut to stagnation and musical death.
When jazz musicians play it safe and are content to just make the donuts, it ceases to be jazz and becomes instrumental pop without vocals and who needs that? Keiko Matsui will never get her proper due for remaining true to the spirit of innovators and risk-takers who elevated the idiom, but Journey To The Heart serves as the testimonial she’s richly deserving of the accolades.
“We need to find that common bond in our hearts. People are dying with violence, hunger and war. This music is my new journey,” explains Matsui. “It is an evolution in many ways. I hope I can make a path and make some noise and leave a positive effect on the world. This is my mission and I am dedicating my music to this cause.”
Track Listing: Moving On; Carnival; The Edge of Twilight; Butterfly; Casablanca; Journey To The Heart; Havana Nights; New Beginning; Two Harbors; Blue Rose
Personnel: Keiko Matsui: piano; Carlitos Del Puerto: bass; Jimmy Branley: drums; Ramon Stagnero: guitars; Luis Quintero: percussion; Gregoire Maret: harmonica; JP Mourao; additional guitar (2), Randy Waldman; string arrangement (4, 6, 8); Gary Stockdale: string arrangement (10)
Since he entered the race, Trump has insulted, mocked and picked fights with every Republican candidate and nearly every Democratic candidate, the wives of several candidates, the Pope, a reporter with a disability, Mexicans, immigrants, Muslims, pregnant women, the U.S. military, Europe, African-Americans, the media, and pretty much anybody who crossed him in any way, shape or form.
Going after Khizr and Ghazala Khan feels like a different sort of fight. This feels like a fight Trump can lose and lose badly. Taking on a Gold Star mother and father who are Muslim Americans that lost their son in defense of this country by a rich man’s brat who ducked military service and none of his brats have served either is a cowardly move. But that’s what Trump is: a coward. A gutless, craven, unprincipled, coward.
Every little insult prompts Trump to respond even when he shouldn’t and the Trump vs. The Khans fight is the one he shouldn’t have taken on as Trump is taking fire from both enemies and allies. Trump would sooner pull off that dyed dead raccoon off his head than ever apologize and as long as he can wave it away as refusing to bow to “political correctness” he won’t. If and When his supporters who seemingly are impervious to being offended by anything Trump says, finally find something even they are troubled by he will have to.
If Trump has no decency in him his supporters will have to find their own.
Khizr Khan On NPR’s All Things Considered “I will do it [a] million times, I will do it louder, I will do it forcefully,” Khan told Kelly McEvers, host of NPR’s All Things Considered. “I’ll do it [a] hundred million times — now is the time for the rest of the world to see the true America, the decent America, the good America.”
But let’s not get carried away,yet. Trump had a bad week and he brought it all on himself, but it doesn’t mean he won’t have any good weeks. Even now, Clinton is still sticking her foot in her mouth over her damn emails saying FBI director James Comey cleared her of any wrongdoing when he did no such thing. Now there are hints, allegations and things unsaid the Clinton Foundation and the State Department were enjoying a cozy relationship.
It was truly a blessing for Clinton she drew the Trump Card as her opponent. With her low likability and even lower credibility with many voters, she might well be losing to Jeb Bush, Marco Rubio, or even Ted Cruz. They would make mistakes too, but not like Trump’s mistakes.
Everything about Trump screams of terminal testosterone poisoning (we should be so lucky). That, or he has a microscopic penis. His desperate need to prove how tough he is and how he’d be merciless and pitiless to terrorists, suspected terrorists, families of terrorists, and anybody who says anything mean about Donald Trump screams of overcompensation.
I regret my amusement of last year. I should have been more suspicious of the capacity of the American people to discern genuine and authentic conservatism from swaggering macho posturing. Regrettably, I overestimated my fellow citizens who have been suckered into believing a con man who consciously and consistently avoided military service, denigrates Gold Star families, former P.O.W’s, and our current active duty soldiers, and fantasizes about dropping nukes on enemies, somehow projects “strength” and a bold America that can stare down anybody and make them take a backward step.
I fully expect should he show up for their first debate, at some point Trump will unzip his fly, pull out The Trump Tower, and sneer at Hillary Clinton, “Mine’s bigger than yours.” The mouth-breathers will love it.
There is no low too low for Donald Trump and he proved it yet again.
That was bad. Really bad. But Trump being Trump means there’s no bottom. What’s smearing a grieving mother and father mean when you can suggest someone might shoot Hillary Clinton if she’s elected?
“If she gets to pick her judges, nothing you can do, folks,. Although the Second Amendment people — maybe there is, I don’t know.”
Congratulations, Donald. You just made yourself responsible if anything happens to Hillary Clinton for the rest of this election.
Beating Trump was always Job One this election season. Getting Clinton elected and making Mitch McConnell the minority leader again was always of paramount importance, but not to the degree of keeping Trump out of the White House and away from the vast powers of the presidency was.
Now it’s not enough to beat Trump. Now he needs to be crushed. Squashed like a scuttling cockroach across the kitchen floor. Mashed into bits of viscera and bone, never to rise again and contaminate the American body politic with his disgustingly boorish coarseness and gross vulgarity again.
Beating Trump is no longer good enough. Defeating him is not enough. He must be humiliated and his failure must be massive, epic in scope and complete in its awful destructiveness.
“I’ll just keep doing the same thing I’m doing right now,” Trump told CNBC. “And at the end, it’s either going to work, or I’m going to, you know, I’m going to have a very, very nice, long vacation.”
Let’s send Donald on vacation. A real, LONG vacation.