Comedy genius
Always with the framing. So. much. framing.
Top Republicans on Capitol Hill poured cold water on President Donald Trump‘s talk of a potential third term, downplaying the prospect that he would pursue it.
Several lawmakers insisted that Trump wasn’t serious about it, even though he told NBC News on Sunday that he’s “not joking” about wanting another term, which is barred under the 22nd Amendment, and that “there are methods” to being able to run again.
What makes them so confident that he doesn’t mean it? It’s not as if he doesn’t say shocking horrifying appalling things all the fucking time. Why should anyone assume he’s not serious about this one?
Senate Majority Leader John Thune, R-S.D., said Monday when asked if he believes Trump, 78, can serve a third term: “Not without a change in the Constitution.” He added that Trump doesn’t appear serious about that.
“I think that you guys keep asking the question and I think he’s probably having some fun with it, probably messing with you,” Thune told reporters.
Oh hahahaheeheehee he’s so hilarious. It’s always a riot when a demonstrably lawless evil greedy monster makes yet another grotesque threat. I mean it’s not as if Trump tried to steal the last election by means of a violent insurrection. No no, he’s just a funny guy, that’s all; everybody kick back and enjoy the hilarity.
Sen. Markwayne Mullin, R-Okla., a close Trump ally, said that the president is being “tongue in cheek” about a third term.
“He can say he’s not joking, but it’s tongue in cheek of the president,” Mullin told NBC News. “I’ve known him for a long time, and I consider him a friend.”
So you’re a moral monster, so we know to ignore anything you say.
Across the Capitol in the House, Majority Leader Steve Scalise, R-La., dismissed the idea of Trump actively pursuing a third term, suggesting that Trump floats ideas and concepts not necessarily with the hope of achieving those goals but in an effort to get a discussion going on the topic.
“I don’t know what he was referring to. I never saw it,” Scalise said when asked about Trump’s comments. “But, you know, you see it like with Greenland, like with Panama Canal.”
Why yes, he’s made other grotesque lawless threats which he is currently working to bring to fruition, so that doesn’t tell us he’s “joking” about the third term (at which time he will be 82).
Well, that changes everything. That is just what Socrates did in ancient Athens, which arguably puts Trump into the front rank of contemporary philosophers.
Not sure about Stormy Daniels though.
This can be read to mean that Trump “doesn’t appear serious” about changing the Constitution, and will just go ahead with a third term regardless.
Meaning you’ll run interference for him (like you’re doing here), and will continue to choose Trump over country. Also note that you are not Trump’s friend, or are one only so long as you remain usefully compliant. Cross him and if you’re lucky, the worst that will happen to you is he’ll forget that you exist. Otherwise, you’ll be on his enemies list, which I imagine is approaching the thickness of an old fashion telephone book.
THEN YOU SHOULD BE LOOKING AT IT YOU IDIOT. Would you have been so casually dismissive of a Democratic President floating this kind of idea to “get a discussion going on the topic”?
Oh, so Vance’s visit to Greenland where he said that “We can’t just ignore the President’s desires” was just another joke or trial balloon? What about Canada? Trump has made his “desire” regarding us pretty clear.
W.B. Yeats gave us a prophetic image of Trump in his great poem ’Nineteen Hundred and Nineteen’: the figure of that ‘insolent fiend’, Robert Artisson:
All break and vanish, and evil gathers head:
Herodias’ daughters have returned again,
A sudden blast of dusty wind and after
Thunder of feet, tumult of images,
Their purpose in the labyrinth of the wind;
And should some crazy hand dare touch a daughter
All turn with amorous cries, or angry cries,
According to the wind, for all are blind.
But now wind drops, dust settles; thereupon
There lurches past, his great eyes without thought
Under the shadow of stupid straw-pale locks,
That insolent fiend Robert Artisson
To whom the love-lorn Lady Kyteler brought
Bronzed peacock feathers, red combs of her cocks.