Does anyone recall a character living in Lake Woebegone who even came
close to sounding like Donald Trump? I think the citizens of that
almost lost town were filled with far too much humility and guilt to
behave in such a manner. Not that humility and guilt are the best way
to go, but it sure beats that smug, self serving, smirking bag of hot
air.
Carl Jarvis
On 6/18/16, Abby Vincent <aevincent@xxxxxxxxx> wrote:
Oh my God, you're right... only my junior high called this hair style a D
A.
My cooking teacher made the class hood my partner so I could tame him. I
got even. The pineapple upside down cake recipe called for halfing the
ingredients. I doubled it and blamed it on him. Trump is exactly that
guy.
Abby
-----Original Message-----
From: blind-democracy-bounce@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
[mailto:blind-democracy-bounce@xxxxxxxxxxxxx] On Behalf Of Miriam Vieni
Sent: Saturday, June 18, 2016 9:04 AM
To: blind-democracy@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
Subject: [blind-democracy] The Punk Who Would Be President
Keillor has been making gentle fun of Trump on Prarie Home Companion for
many months. But last week, the skit which referenced Trump was very
pointed
and was not gentle.
Miriam
Keillor writes: "It is the most famous ducktail in America today, the
hairdo
of wayward youth of a bygone era, and it's astonishing to imagine it under
the spotlight in Cleveland, being cheered by Republican dignitaries."
Donald Trump describes how he was ready to punch a person who rushed the
stage during an election rally. (photo: Nati Harnik/AP)
The Punk Who Would Be President
By Garrison Keillor, Madison.com
18 June 16
It is the most famous ducktail in America today, the hairdo of wayward
youth of a bygone era, and it's astonishing to imagine it under the
spotlight in Cleveland, being cheered by Republican dignitaries. The class
hood, the bully and braggart, the guy revving his pink Chevy to make the
pipes rumble, presiding over the student council. This is the C-minus guy
who sat behind you in history and poked you with his pencil and smirked
when
you asked him to stop. That smirk is now on every front page in America. It
is not what anybody - left, right or center - looks for in a president.
There's no philosophy here, just an attitude.
He is a little old for a ducktail. By the age of 70, most ducks have moved
on, but not Donald. He is apparently still fond of the sidewalls and the
duck's ass in back and he is proud as can be of his great feat, the first
punk candidate to get this close to the White House. He says that the
country is run by a bunch of clowns and that he is going to make things
great again and beat up on the outsiders who are coming into our
neighborhood. His followers don't necessarily believe that - what they love
about him is what kids loved about Johnny Rotten and Sid Vicious, the fact
that he horrifies the powers that be and when you are pro-duck you are
giving the finger to Congress, the press, clergy, lawyers, teachers,
cake-eaters, big muckety-mucks, VIPs, all those people who think they're
better than you - you have the power to scare the pants off them, and
that's
what this candidate does better than anybody else.
After the worst mass shooting in American history on Sunday, 50 persons
dead
in Orlando, the bodies still being carted from the building, the faces of
horror-stricken cops and EMTs on TV, the gentleman issued a statement on
Twitter thanking his followers for their congratulations, that the tragedy
showed that he had been "right" in calling for America to get "tough."
Anyone else would have expressed sorrow. The gentleman expressed what was
in
his heart, which was personal pride.
We had a dozen or so ducktails in my high school class and they were all
about looks. The hooded eyes, the sculpted swoop of the hair, the curled
lip. They emulated Elvis but only the look, not the talent. Their sole
ambition was to make an impression, to slouch gracefully and exhale in an
artful manner. In the natural course of things, they struggled after
graduation, some tried law enforcement for the prestige of it, others
became
barflies. If they were drafted, the Army got them shaped up in a month or
two. Eventually, they all calmed down, got hitched up to a mortgage,
worried
about their blood pressure, lost the chippiness, let their hair down. But
if
your dad was rich and if he was born before you were, then the ducktail
could inherit enough wealth to be practically impervious to public opinion.
This has happened in New York City. A man who could never be elected city
comptroller is running for president.
The dreamers in the Republican Party imagine that success will steady him
and he will accept wise counsel and come into the gravitational field of
reality but it isn't happening. The Orlando tweets show it: The man does
not
have a heart. How, in a few weeks, should Mr. Ryan and Mr. McConnell teach
him basic humanity? The bigot and braggart they see today is the same man
that New Yorkers have been observing for 40 years. A man obsessed with
marble walls and gold-plated doorknobs, who has the sensibility of a giant
sea tortoise.
His response to the Orlando tragedy is one more clue that this election is
different from any other. If Mitt Romney or John McCain had been elected
president, you might be disappointed but you wouldn't fear for the fate of
the Republic. This time, the Republican Party is nominating a man who
resides in the dark depths. He is a thug and he doesn't bother to hide it.
The only greatness he knows about is himself.
So the country is put to a historic test. If the man is not defeated, then
we are not the country we imagine we are. All of the trillions spent on
education was a waste. The churches should close up shop. The nation that
elects this man president is not a civilized society. The gentleman is not
airing out his fingernail polish, he is not showing off his wedding ring;
he
is making an obscene gesture. Ignore it at your peril.
Error! Hyperlink reference not valid. Error! Hyperlink reference not
valid.
Donald Trump describes how he was ready to punch a person who rushed the
stage during an election rally. (photo: Nati Harnik/AP)
http://host.madison.com/opinion/column/garrison-keillor-the-punk-who-would-b
e-president/article_66066686-6298-56c6-b1e2-cbc474d48885.htmlhttp://host.mad
ison.com/opinion/column/garrison-keillor-the-punk-who-would-be-president/art
icle_66066686-6298-56c6-b1e2-cbc474d48885.html
The Punk Who Would Be President
By Garrison Keillor, Madison.com
18 June 16
t is the most famous ducktail in America today, the hairdo of wayward
youth
of a bygone era, and it's astonishing to imagine it under the spotlight in
Cleveland, being cheered by Republican dignitaries. The class hood, the
bully and braggart, the guy revving his pink Chevy to make the pipes
rumble,
presiding over the student council. This is the C-minus guy who sat behind
you in history and poked you with his pencil and smirked when you asked him
to stop. That smirk is now on every front page in America. It is not what
anybody - left, right or center - looks for in a president. There's no
philosophy here, just an attitude.
He is a little old for a ducktail. By the age of 70, most ducks have moved
on, but not Donald. He is apparently still fond of the sidewalls and the
duck's ass in back and he is proud as can be of his great feat, the first
punk candidate to get this close to the White House. He says that the
country is run by a bunch of clowns and that he is going to make things
great again and beat up on the outsiders who are coming into our
neighborhood. His followers don't necessarily believe that - what they love
about him is what kids loved about Johnny Rotten and Sid Vicious, the fact
that he horrifies the powers that be and when you are pro-duck you are
giving the finger to Congress, the press, clergy, lawyers, teachers,
cake-eaters, big muckety-mucks, VIPs, all those people who think they're
better than you - you have the power to scare the pants off them, and
that's
what this candidate does better than anybody else.
After the worst mass shooting in American history on Sunday, 50 persons
dead
in Orlando, the bodies still being carted from the building, the faces of
horror-stricken cops and EMTs on TV, the gentleman issued a statement on
Twitter thanking his followers for their congratulations, that the tragedy
showed that he had been "right" in calling for America to get "tough."
Anyone else would have expressed sorrow. The gentleman expressed what was
in
his heart, which was personal pride.
We had a dozen or so ducktails in my high school class and they were all
about looks. The hooded eyes, the sculpted swoop of the hair, the curled
lip. They emulated Elvis but only the look, not the talent. Their sole
ambition was to make an impression, to slouch gracefully and exhale in an
artful manner. In the natural course of things, they struggled after
graduation, some tried law enforcement for the prestige of it, others
became
barflies. If they were drafted, the Army got them shaped up in a month or
two. Eventually, they all calmed down, got hitched up to a mortgage,
worried
about their blood pressure, lost the chippiness, let their hair down. But
if
your dad was rich and if he was born before you were, then the ducktail
could inherit enough wealth to be practically impervious to public opinion.
This has happened in New York City. A man who could never be elected city
comptroller is running for president.
The dreamers in the Republican Party imagine that success will steady him
and he will accept wise counsel and come into the gravitational field of
reality but it isn't happening. The Orlando tweets show it: The man does
not
have a heart. How, in a few weeks, should Mr. Ryan and Mr. McConnell teach
him basic humanity? The bigot and braggart they see today is the same man
that New Yorkers have been observing for 40 years. A man obsessed with
marble walls and gold-plated doorknobs, who has the sensibility of a giant
sea tortoise.
His response to the Orlando tragedy is one more clue that this election is
different from any other. If Mitt Romney or John McCain had been elected
president, you might be disappointed but you wouldn't fear for the fate of
the Republic. This time, the Republican Party is nominating a man who
resides in the dark depths. He is a thug and he doesn't bother to hide it.
The only greatness he knows about is himself.
So the country is put to a historic test. If the man is not defeated, then
we are not the country we imagine we are. All of the trillions spent on
education was a waste. The churches should close up shop. The nation that
elects this man president is not a civilized society. The gentleman is not
airing out his fingernail polish, he is not showing off his wedding ring;
he
is making an obscene gesture. Ignore it at your peril.
http://e-max.it/posizionamento-siti-web/socialize
http://e-max.it/posizionamento-siti-web/socialize
