The Secret Diary of Donald J Trump, aged 70 ¾
Thank God It’s Friday
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Firetruckery of the Day
Still reeling from the Brexit, like the rest of the world – apart from the few million English & Welsh people who voted for it – and I find myself hoping that my thinking is a bit muddled, like how you just can’t do a cryptic crossword or watch The Usual Suspects if you have a head cold.
Because, if I’m not muddled, it’s becoming clearer and clearer that there is a right wing tide (packaged as concern for one’s own safety) that is rising fast enough to float the presidency of the Drumpf.
In the last three weeks, he did everything to make himself unelectable, starting with his attacks on the “Mexican” judge he thought would penalize his quasi-university.
But, 48 hours ago, even allowing for the arrogance of Brussels, it didn’t seem that we – the rest of us who give a firetruck about other people – would begin dismantling the world we’ve laboured 2000 years to build.
Human beings everywhere, get active or get ready for a mano-a-mano showdown between Vlad and Donald, coming soon to an Eastern European country near you.