Beneath Despicable

It was her baseball cap, not the totally inappropriate stiletto heels that really got me. These people are beyond belief – except they’re not because there they were, prancing around tragic Texas like the Duke and Duchess of Shameless.

Most Trump knockers right away got on Melania’s case about those high heels, which I can readily understand because they clearly said that she hadn’t the vaguest notion of much of anything yet alone the disaster she was going to soothe with her eerie presence. Melania Trump creeps me out in the same way Ivanka does: they float above America in their own despicable reality, secure in their unimpeachable right to all they have, none of it earned or deserved. They are our Marie Antoinettes and hopefully will suffer the same fate – at least symbolically.

Anyhow, Big Don didn’t seem to mind the stilettos, but someone on the plane must have seen the sham because they re-arranged her in white sneaks and that fucking hat when she touched down in Texas.

That black hat by itself might have been cool, even a fashion statement of a kind. But the “FLOTUS” in white all caps totally killed me. Hey, you proles, just in case you might forget for one nano-second who she is – here’s a constant reminder. It made overkill seem modest.

That is the thing about this whole Trump outfit – nothing seems to be beneath them. They are as low rent as the most cretin of their base. Trump himself was sporting a white USA hat that made him look like he just came off the 18^th green after cheating his way around one of his tacky golf courses. That hat was par for the course, though – pun intended – because he seems to be unable to make a public appearance without one. At least they hide that weird-ass hair.

Actually, the hat was sort of apropos because he had on khakis and boots and some kind of rain jacket. They were all fresh out of the box, too, because Big Don’s usual outdoor clothes are right out of Golf Digest and his idea of the “great outdoors” has flags every so often that are numbered from 1 to 18.

Of course, the payoff to the phony Texas Trip was Big Don turning it into another campaign rally which seemed to take as its main point all that water instead of the suffering and death and loss that was going on while Big Don was standing on a fire truck and waving a Texas flag and boasting about the size of the crowd. Oh, yeah, he took the opportunity to repeat his dumb-ass wall promise again. There was the Mexican government offering to help in this critical time – an offer totally ignored by Trump’s administration – and all this jackoff could do was moan about the wall.

What in the name of all that is American and human and decent and lasting have we done to deserve this maniac? Or is it cosmic, karmic payback for a people who have been so flummoxed and conned and deluded by cable television and so-called social media that we have lost all moral underpinnings and only care about the next great thing we are told is the next great thing?

Even Houston has become entertainment. With Trump as emcee.