It is Time to Get Serious. And I am Serious.

It is so difficult for me to understand so much. Yesterday, on Facebook, I mentioned this bit of seeming confusion: The National Guard was  brought to DC to assist the police, to be visible and discourage crime, and allow the police to concentrate on more important duties, but now – after the shooting of the two Guard members – the police are being diverted to protect members of the Guard. Say, what?

And now, he is pardoning former Honduran president Juan Orlando Hernandez, a convicted serious drug trafficker, while blowing up boats and threatening war against Venezuela, because its president, he alleges, is a drug trafficker.

Nothing he does makes any real sense, yet people let him do it. Just as they have let dictators and mentally disturbed political leaders do it from time immemorial.

I am not going to list anew everything he has done that has been harmful to the country and the world. But I will mention one more thing. What is his goal in shaming and insulting female journalists? And shouldn’t at least one of them stand up to him?

I am thinking about the woman who asked him yesterday about the asylum approval for the DC shooter with the impossible to remember name. The asylum approval was given three months into the Trump second term. He blamed it on Biden, held up a barely relevant photo, and responded “what are you, stupid?” And then he repeated “stupid” several more times. I saw the clip of this a few times yesterday and each time, I wanted her simply to respond with, “I’m not the one who is stupid”. But she didn’t.

I wanted the reporter he called “Piggy” to say, ” Say that to me one more time, and every reporter in this room is going to stand up and walk out.”

Or what about when he posted on his private social media site that an NYT reporter was “a third rate reporter, ugly inside and out.” The Times responded with a “sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me” response. But that just is not enough.

Polite, written responses are inadequate. They normalize the abnormal. They are read by few, and the few who read them already think Trump a pitiful lowlife. People need to stand up to him publicly right in his face. “You call me Piggy? I call you a banana slug!” Make some news; it won’t hurt your career. And organize as many of those journalists as you can. He insults a woman, they all stand up and walk out. Or they all stand up, yell and scream until he walks out. Do something!

And print media, don’t just report what he said and bemoan it. Every time you write his name, preface it with “Banana Slug” or something. “Banana Slug Trump says he will attack Venzuela. Refusing to give any specifics, the big Slug instead decided to play a little golf…”   Or put his picture on your front page, with a piggy head, and have him say, “Oink, oink”. Make it your entire front page. For a week. Or a month.

Let’s shame the guy. Keep him on the defensive. Get him angry. Make him explode. Don’t let him off the hook for a minute. Make him look like the four year old he emotionally is. There is nothing he can do to you that he won’t do anyway, hasn’t done already.

End of rant.

Can I get an “amen”?


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