Wanna Buy Some Trump?

Oh, Them Golden Sneakers

When he was reminded that the Obama-Biden administration had rescued the auto industry, Trump said, "You could have let it go bankrupt, frankly, and rebuilt itself." 

Whatever the tense (weasel-tense?) of that rebuilt (and I guess two of the big three car companies did go the bankruptcy-please-Uncle-Sam-help-us route, but supervised by adults), I think we can see, here, the Trump way of dealing: Run other people's money into the ground, as gaudily as possible, and see what happens. If an industry or an institution can't keep up, and can't manage to pull itself up from the charnel pit where Trump steaks and Trump University have gone to die, then leave it there and move on. Is it ever about producing a reliable version of something people need?

No. It's not.

He's trying to do it to the justice system now. If elected this time, he can maybe do it to the whole government. As Alexander Hamilton said: It's all about how you negotiate, for yourself, from Chapter 11.

But how long can you keep on bailing out, before you peak out on bankruptible properties? Try to apply your own personal bankruptcy straegy to the entire Government, man, and the Deep State notices: 000Biker gangs, is it? And hysterical Congresspersons? Led by a bad-credit fat man selling gilded commemorative sneakers? Oh, come on.

Oh, come on. Surely the “Oh, come on” moment will come. If Abe has to step down from his Memorial, just-this-once, to say:

OH, COME ON.

Before that happens, if Trump is really slick, he will call his own number. Throw up his hands and fizzle.

Every court in the land, not to mention Ivanka, would breathe a sigh of relief.

I know, he's never claimed personal bankruptcy. Much less moral.

Yet.

Think he's too proud? He's 76. He's been dumped on by a porn star he tried to lead on by telling her he was going to get her on TV. How much more over-extended can you get?

"How long do you think I'll stay on the market?" he supposedly asked an advisor. I don’t know what your immediate reaction would have been. Here’s what mine would have been:

Uh. Forever?

Wouldn't you say? Wouldn't pretty much anybody say that Donald Trump has about played out the string? Do you know any women who . . .?

I didn’t think so.

Marjorie Taylor Greene? I don’t think she’s high-fashion-model-enough-looking for him. And she’ll be first in line. Not easy to get past. She’ll get rough on you. And if you get a leg in ahead of her, she will call on the Lord.

Okay, the kids are not going to accept her. But Dad might just jump in there, yelling, “I want me some of that MTG!”

Which won’t last long.

It’s time. Time for him to play his hole card.

Bail.

Now, from The Lingo Corner:

David Greenberg on Politico has managed to muddle matters: "Trump's signature move . . . has been the snubbing of his nose at the canons that others would have him follow." Snubbing, is it? Of his own nose? To spite his face? Turning up his nose at . . . itself? Or looking down it at . . . it?

"Did you see that?" says Nose to Mouth: "Walked right past me -- as if we haven't been as close as, as this, all these years." "Shaddap," says Mouth. "Oh you're a big one to talk," says Nose.

Surely Greenberg is not alluding to rhinectomy. Structurally, Trump’s nose looks okay. If Trump's nose is dysfunctional, maybe it’s unnaturally quick to get sniffy -- hence his calling other countries "shitholes" and his opponents "human scum." (Do you want your president to be someone who calls people "human scum"?) According to an item in the New Zealand Herald, "people drawn to authoritarian leaders are more likely to wrinkle their noses at unpleasant body smells, a study has found."

Here's one for you, Donald: plppppp.

Perhaps Donald's nose is out of joint, as the saying goes. Good. You’re an old athlete, Donald. Pop that cartilage back in and show us you're tough, Donald. (I read somewhere that you hate to be called Donald.) It's coming, Donald, it's dawning on people, from sea to shinging sea, that you got nothing, really; and we don’t want you to owe us; it's time for you to be called out.