Everything Is for Sale

A guy whose opinion I respect said to me long before the advent of Donald Trump as anything more than a TV clown that in America, everything is for sale.

Trump is our first and only – I hope – transactional president, to whom any kind of a deal beats any kind of humanity. There he was in his jive-ass red tie and hair that should be in “Architectural Digest” telling a roundtable of cruel capitalists that he finds “credible” Saudi Arabia's blatantly concocted tale that Jamal Khashoggi was killed in some kind of brawl.

Trump didn't call it a killing or the cold-blooded torture and murder that it was, rather referring to it as “the event that took place.”

Then he got to the heart of the matter, telling his 1% followers that their $160 billion deal with Saudi Arabia was still a go. After all, was the subtext, it was only some raghead writer, which means little or nothing when all that money is at stake. I often get the feeling that Donald Trump thinks that all the money in our treasury is actually his and that you fuck with it at your own risk.

And a few days before finding “credible” the Saudi lies, Trump showed the world how he really feels about the press when he stood in a Montana hangar and congratulated a sitting member of the United States House of Representatives for body-slamming a reporter during his campaign for the House.

One “foreign” journalist living and working in the United States versus a mega arms deal? No contest in Trumpworld. 

Trump is our first tough guy president, too, who has been through the grueling regimen of an elite military prep school and is a veteran of multiple deferments, each one making him tougher to endure the next one while tens of thousands of young men of his age – but not his wealth and connections – fought and died in Vietnam.

Just in time for the mid-terms, Tough Guy Trump is going back to the red meat of immigration to feed to his ravenous base of red-hatted assholes. He was going on and on about the criminal hordes that are flooding our borders and will soon be murdering most of us in our no longer safe beds. When a woman journo had the temerity to call him out, he put her in her rightful feminine place by telling her, “Don't be a baby.” Wow, that was something that tough guys like Gable or Bogie might have come up with, right,  Donnie?

We're talking about bottom lines here, right? Well, the bottom line for America is that if the Democrats don't take at least the House next month, we're fucked. Trump is right in telling all those red hats that this mid-term is really about him. It is. A Republican victory on November 6 would be a mandate for Trump to take the gloves off and really get to work on his vision of America.

And that is Halloween scary, my sisters and brothers.