Mosquito and Blowfly Torment Trump
Well folks, it’s been an interesting weekend following that last Republican debate on Thursday. That debate was something to marvel at, it was the best food-fight yet. Little Marco and nasty, lying Ted came at Trump from both sides, they were buzzing at each other, sometimes all three at once. Trump was kept busy swatting them away. The adult in the room, John Kasich, was once again, appalled at their behavior. Gentle Ben was so left out of the debate he once interrupted and said, “Would somebody please attack me?”
The little mosquito and the nasty blowfly attacked him from either side on his bankruptcies, on Trump University where you got your graduation picture taken beside a life-size cardboard Trump, on his taxes, on his support for Planned Parenthood, on his ties to Hillary Clinton and the other liberal Democrats. It got worse the days after the debate, intensifying during the Sunday morning talk shows.
Somewhere in there Mitt Romney lobbed a head of lettuce into the food-fight insisting on seeing The Donald’s taxes. There’s irony for you. Remember how he fought exposing his own?
Cruz, who once stood with Trump at a rally in D.C. to protest the Iran deal, was now insinuating, in masterful innuendo, that Trump might have ties to The Mob. Rubio told stories about Trump backstage putting on makeup during a commercial to cover up “a sweat mustache” and demanding a full-length mirror to what??? “See if he had wet his pants?” Trump told stories about Rubio backstage “putting on makeup with a trowel to cover up his ears.” And later said he didn’t want to say Rubio has big ears but “they are the biggest ears I’ve ever seen.” Strange, I hadn’t noticed them in six months of watching this spectacle. He does have big ears, a feast for a caricaturist. Now I can’t take my eyes off them.
The next day Rubio doubled back on his statement and said that Trump doesn’t sweat because “his pores are clogged with the tanning spray he uses.” And then he said, “Trump is not going to make America great again, he’s going to make it orange.” This man, “Little Marco” as Trump calls him, who would be President, has stooped to this. And then he made fun of Trump’s small hands and says “everybody knows what that means” reminding us once again that we don’t want Trump’s dick, no matter how small, on the nuclear button. And this: “Donald Trump likes to sue…he should sue whoever did that to his face.”
And then David Duke lobbed a watermelon into the fight by endorsing Trump. After first pooh-poohing the endorsement, and enduring severe criticism even from his minions, the Donald was forced to say, “I know nothing about David Duke.” (He claimed he had a bad earpiece.) Joe Scarborough, on “Morning Joe”, who has long been in existential negative awe of the Donald, came out and said, “That should disqualify him, right there.”
Ask me who won the Republican debate. The Democrats won, that’s who.