What Would Christmas Be Without a Cheery Message from Donald Trump?

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Donald Trump’s Christmas started out well enough on TruthSocial when, at 9:47 a.m., he posted:

“MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL!”

I was certainly surprised. I;ve been following for more than a year his holiday-themed messages to America and they do not shine like a bright light. In fact, they are uniformly the nasty diatribes of a man whose damnable attributes are well known. So, I was not surprised that bu 7:43 p.m. he posted this:

“Merry Christmas to the Radical Left Lunatics, who are constantly trying to obstruct our Court System and our Elections, and are always going after the Great Citizens and Patriots of the United States but, in particular, their Political Opponent, ME. They know that their only chance of survival is getting pardons from a man who has absolutely no idea what he is doing. Also, to the 37 most violent criminals, who killed, raped, and plundered like virtually no one before them, but were just given, incredibly, a pardon by Sleepy Joe Biden. I refuse to wish a Merry Christmas to those lucky “souls” but, instead, will say, GO TO HELL! We had the Greatest Election in the History of our Country, a bright light is now shining over the U.S.A. and, in 26 days, we will, MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN. MERRY CHRISTMAS!”

It would’ve been disappointing if he had not posted that. Therre would have been a missing holiday missive in my collection . . .

What Would An Attempt on His Own Life Be Without Donald Trump’s Contemplative Musings?

Trump’s Truth Social post following his very bad day started out well enough. If one was hoping for some jib to humanization, his first phrases hinted at something we’ve never witnessed before from his postings, a sense of the moment and a call for sincere unification: “As we move forward in Uniting our Nation after the horrific events on Saturday, this dismissal of the Lawless Indictment in Florida should be just the first step, followed quickly by . . .” He apparently exhausted himself with the effort:

We should not be surprised. He’s a singularity, an irresistible force, immune from everyday – decent – emotions. It would’ve been an apt time to follow up on his opening unification theme, but we learned that he’s immovable as he jumped immediately and immodestly from “move forward in Uniting our Nation” to his idea of unification. His sense of national unification is self-referential only. His list of unifying prerequisites is entirely so, for example, his usual list, “dismissal of the Lawless Indictment in Florida should be just the first step, followed quickly by the dismissal of ALL the Witch Hunts — The January 6th Hoax in Washington, D.C.” and on and on. Being shot apparently doesn’t move him to self-examination, no sitting humbly before death. How empty must he be?

In a stunning irony, at the end of his cris de coeur he wrote, “Let us come together to END all Weaponization of our Justice System.” Yet, there is no mention of the weaponization of our society, and at a moment when he must still have felt the sting of the gunshot and the sensed the whizz of the bullet from one of those very real weapons. The only weaponization he cares about, deeply, is the judicial weapon aimed at himself in a land where accountability is still – if only barely – holding on.

What Would July 4th Be Without Donald Trump?

Once again Donald Trump has posted a holiday message with its usual whining tone devoid of any true reference to Independence Day except the first few words, Happy Fourth of July to all. He is a master of self-reference:

Remembering Willie Mays (1931-2024) – “The Catch”

 Game 1 of the 1954 World Series against the Cleveland Indians at the Polo Grounds in New York City . . . In the eighth inning, score tied 2–2, Cleveland Indians batter Vic Wertz smashed a deep fly ball to center field, two runners on base who were itching to race for home, because no one could catch that ball, even the Say Hey Kid. But, apparently, God was a baseball fan, still is, but then, on that day in 1954, Willie Mays was his favorite. . .

And he did, catch it, that is. As remarkable, knowing there were runners on base tagging up to race for home, he whirled around and, falling to the ground, he threw a strike to the infield holding the runners to second and third base, runners who simply could not believe what had just happened. Watching “the catch” today, after 65 years as a baseball fan, I still have not witnessed a catch and throw that equals it. Amen.

 

Sorry MSNBC, I AM Dancing in the Street . . .

Yesterday, during MSNBC’s coverage of the Trump transformation from “first criminally indicted former president” to “first criminally convicted former president,” Jen Psaki – with the general agreement of the polite panel (except the always reliable Joy Reed) – advised viewers that she wasn’t about dancing in the street over the news of Trump’s 34 count conviction. Apparently, that would be too impolite and incivil. Being an aging baby boomer I am delighted by impolite, and a schadenfreude admirer regarding enemies of the state, so, I took a pass on Psaki’s advice. One needs to celebrate a victory, especially since Trump has for decades avoided such a comeuppance. So, here’s my attempt at schadenfreudish happy feet:

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