Lying As An Art Form

Donald Trump is the Jackson Pollock of lying, his canvas the whole world and his uncaring lies splashed and splattered willy-nilly like gobs of slobbering spit.

The President of the United States has made lying into his version of an art form – lies as action painting, lies as the staple of his psyche, lies after lies that flow from his thin-lipped mouth like some surreal form of verbal diarrhea. He talks shit constantly.

 The barefoot and diapered little children fleeing with their mother from the Tijuana tear gas become in Trump-lies stupid foreigners who are so dumb that they run toward the tear gas when the photo clearly shows they are fleeing. They are not because the President says they are not. He wants them to be invaders and so they become invaders who deserved to be tear-gassed at the very least, even with the “very safe” tear gas Trump says is being used. Hmmm … how can tear gas be both effective and “very safe”? It can be because the President says it can be, truth be hanged like Cindy Hyde-Smith's public hangings.

Have you ever been tear-gassed? I have. In the army in basic training they would make us go into a tent filled with tear gas while we were wearing our gas masks. Inside, we were supposed to take off our gas masks and repeat our service numbers and then exit the tent. 

Yeah. At the first breath of tear gas, we went tearing out of the tent, service numbers forgotten – and stationed about twenty yards outside the tent were drill instructors whose job it was to physically catch the panicked and gassed recruits before they went too far. I guess they weren't using Trump's “very safe” tear gas that day.

Actually, there was no tear gas used in Texas. Donald Trump said so. A reporter asked him about the tear gas use as Trump was walking away and he threw this answer over his shoulder: “No tear gas.”

Oh. Damn, the fake news is getting so good that it actually looked like women and children were being gassed in Texas. We owe Donald Trump a debt of gratitude for telling us that there was no tear gas even if it was safe.

“No tear gas.” No global warming. No collusion. Roy Cohn must be a happy rotting corpse because his prat boy is following his mantra to a “t” – deny, deny. Speaking of “T,” the President referred to himself in a recent tweet as “President T.” Wow. Great nickname, bro. I guess that makes him the Mr. T of presidents. Send all your old gold chains to the White House for “President T.” 

And Trump is ringing up big numbers. For the third time, he has reached a 60% disapproval rating according to Gallup, the gold standard of polls. That means that the guy supposed to be running the country doesn't know what the fuck he is doing, according to 60% of the people he is supposed to be doing it for. 

Wait a minute – that's a 60% APPROVAL rating. Ask our President.