Donald Trump thinks that a hostile foreign power interfering with the sacred sovereignty of American electoral democracy is funny. So funny, in fact, that he mockingly exhorted Vladimir Putin not to interfere with America’s 2020 presidential election with a smirk and finger wag.
I’ve got news for you, Trump, it’s not funny. It’s so not funny it’s obscene. I, for one, plan to reflect back on this day in particular on that miraculous day that cannot come soon enough, when Trump first hears the clank of his prison door behind him – and I will relish the moment. I plan to rub my hands together with glee and delight. I plan to make many jokes at Trump’s expense. I plan to bask in the afterglow of his misery. I plan a huge schadenfreude party with Trump as the absentee guest of honor.
I don’t know how the Republicans do it, I really don’t. I don’t know how they can continue to bring themselves to worship this festering turd of a human being, this one man Chernobyl, this Sodom and Gomorrah on steroids, one second longer. This presidency has ceased to be about party and has become about common decency. I don’t care who you are, what your reasons or circumstances, if you’re still behind this scumbag president then you are scum yourself.
More vile rubbish was spewed by Putin at the meeting, who obliged Trump by echoing his bigoted view of immigrants as murderers and rapists. “This liberal idea presupposes that nothing needs to be done,” Putin said, “that migrants can kill, plunder and rape with impunity because their rights as migrants have to be protected.” This is, of course, no liberal’s idea of an acceptable policy. But when you get two scumbags together and you let them talk, is anyone ever surprised that scum is the result?