And it certainly is not good
— Donald J. Trump (@realDonaldTrump) September 18, 2018
“One of the wettest we’ve ever seen from the standpoint of water.”
“There’s been a loss of life and” – sticking flap-hands out to the side – “MAY GOD BE WITH THEM. AND THEIR FAMILIES.” When he remembers a formula his voice gets louder, because he’s not diverting energy to thinking of Correct Words To Say.
“It’s a tough one…tough to understand…but this has been a difficult period of time for a lot of people – FEMA!” – the hands shoot up into the air – “the job you’ve done, the military…uh, the Coast Guard – what you’ve done in saving so many lives has been…really something special.”
“When he remembers a formula his voice gets louder, because he’s not diverting energy to thinking of Correct Words To Say.”
Awesome. And I did not knw H2O had a standpoint.
I was watching Last Week Tonight With John Oliver earlier. He showed a clip of Trump at one of his ego top-ups, railing against that op-ed.
His attempts to say ‘anonymous’ were hilarious, though with a hint of mocking the afflicted. He was speaking unusually slowly and slurring terribly, calling out the ‘anomynomousshh …..anonynomoushh …..anomymushhh……ah…coward…’
In all seriousness, I thought he might have been in the first stage of a stroke, even his mouth seemed to have dropped on the left side. Had he not been waving both arms around like Mr. Tickle on cocaine, I genuinely think his staff would have whisked him off to hospital.
Then, once past the hurdle of a difficult word, he was Trump as normal; loud, bumbling, topic-jumping and avoiding words with more than three syllables (mostly two, but he did manage ‘Washington’ and “president’ at the first attempt).
Yup I saw that one…in fact I think I recall titling a post “Annomus” or something similar.
Another mannerism: he tilts his head to one side then the other then back again.
He makes life so easy for Alec Baldwin.
I constantly marvel that his supporters can hear his manner of speech and still think he is not a total imbecile. “One of the wettest we’ve ever seen from the standpoint of water” is a real doozy.
God, he always sounds like he’s on the fritz.
This is right up there with Dubya’s “Is our children learning?” or “put food on your family”.
Ophelia, #3;
Maybe his brain is like an auto-wind wristwatch with a clogged up mechanism in desperate need of a clean. If he stops moving it, it quickly grinds to a halt.
Holms, #4. I suspect that a lot of his fan base don’t notice the poverty and lack of clarity in his speech because they speak the same way. My wife has a weakness for those American t.v. shows about supposedly real ghosts and demonic hauntings with names such as My Haunted House, A Haunting, and My Ghost Story, Caught On Camera (and that last title is clearly in breach of the Trades Description Act). Almost every single episode of any of the various series’ takes place in an ‘old’ house (if one considers a house built 100-150 years ago to be old; I’m British, so that’s virtually a new-build) or farmstead in remote rural towns, and the families are, almost without exception, working- or lower middle-class conservative types, exactly the type of small-town Republicans that make up the majority of the crowds at Trump rallys.
The genuine (!) victims of the ‘hauntings’ tell their stories to camera between ‘dramatic re-enactments’ by professional actors, and what never ceases to amaze me is the paucity of those people’s language and their singular lack of imagination and intelligence, despite many of them being college-educated and having good, well-paying jobs or are business owners. There is a line from one show that has stuck with me, probably because I had to re-wind the segment just to be sure that I had heard the couple say what I thought they had said, but it is representative of the things said on all of the programmes.
Sat in the kitchen of their newly built large, comfortable house with her husband (who owned his own house-building company and employed around 30 people) at her side nodding in agreement with her every word, a 40-ish woman, pleasant looking and well-groomed in that Palin-esque ‘American mom’ kind of way and nicely if rather conservatively dressed (the details are important because somehow their appearance seemed to compound the utter stupidity of what followed, and also may help explain why people like these adore an idiot like Trump, ‘cos he talks like he’s one of them.) she had told of having strange feelings about an old house they had rented a couple of years ago, but they moved in and “..the spirit noises started up every night just after we’d gone to bed. It was kinda like a scratchy sound from inside of the walls just like someone was walled-up and tryin’ to scratch through the bricks with their fingernails. Horrible, nasty, evil sounds. Very scary. It was the sorta noise mice might make if they was tunnelin’ through old plasterwork.” A brief pause while she composed herself, then, in a completely mystified tone of voice There was just no logical explanation for what was makin’ those awful sounds!”
“Nope, we couldn’t make no sense of it all,” added the husband, “so that’s when we started lookin’ around for a reputable paranormal expert.”
What? Not a pest control expert, you fucking morons?
There is another aspect to the shows that has a Trumpish ring to it. The homeowners/tenants often ‘researched’ the house and lands, and you probably wouldn’t be surprised at how often they or the ‘experts’ concluded, without a shred of evidence, that the houses were built either on an ancient and sacred Indian burial ground or on land where dead slaves were disposed of, or where slaves had performed voodoo or other evil rites involving the sacrifice of animals….or even humans. Not at all racist, of course, but it only seems to be the ‘evil’ spirits that were thusly located.
On a side note, I have become – by osmosis, I think – quite an expert on ghosts, and can tell you with absolute confidence that should you ever find that your house is haunted by ghosts or demons, the way to rid yourself is to carry a large bundle of burning sage in one hand, a crucifix in the other, and go through every room in the house, top to bottom, then around the perimeter of your land, all the while repeatedly ordering the evil to begone in Jesus name (never in Jesus’s name, for some peculiar reason, nor ever ‘in the name of’ Jesus. Always, always ‘in Jesus name’).
You’re welcome. That’ll be $500, please. In cash.
Whoops. My apologies for the length of that comment, Ophelia. I think I must have been waiting to get that off my chest for quite a while.
I promise to be more succinct in future.
No need; it’s highly entertaining. The mice/what could possibly explain bit made me laugh noisily.
By the way, if you think they’re bad, check out John Mack some time. Now he was a Harvard psychologist, so his credulity is really startling.
#9, yep, that’s when I had to rewind. ‘Did she just say…..no…she couldn’t have…could she? Will you pass me the remote, please, I don’t think I heard her properly.”
#10, The name rings a bell. I’ll have a look later.
On the subject of
fraudsmediums and psychics, you must have seen that godawful little shit Tyler Henry. How the Hell do people fall for that slimy little weasel. The first time I saw him he was giving a reading to a certain George o’Dowd, aka Boy George. After some oddly specific comments re. a very close friend of o’Dowd who had died some years before, and about whom o’Dowd had spoken of and (I think) written in some detail while still using his stage name,At that point o’Dowd asked the kid if he knew who he (o’Dowd) is, and what he had been famous for. Little shitweasel said that he only knew he was coming to give a reading to a George o’Dowd, and had no idea who he was. The conversation then went something like;
“I performed as Boy George.”
Shitweasel shook his head. “I’m sorry, I don’t recognise that name.”
“I was the singer with the pop group, Culture Club.”
“Nope, sorry, where they big?”
“Our biggest hit was Karma Chameleon. Number one in several countries, including the American dance chart.”
‘Nope, can’t say I’ve heard of that one.”
“Well, we had a lot more hits, but I guess we were before your time, the 1980s, you know.”
“Wow. I wasn’t even born then.”
“Yeah, of course. You won’t have heard of me. God, I just got a cold shiver, knowing that all you said came from your abilities. I’m quite scared now.”
“I know,” said shitweasel, “I scare myself sometimes.”
For fuck sake George, you don’t think the little shit knows about the internet, libraries, newspapers? I really cannot as much as watch that kid anymore, he’s such an oily, insincere, lying little shit that I almost want to punch him and give his marks a bloody good shake.