Beyond surreal is how I start this post on the Saturday morning of my life without sports.
Beyond surreal is the thought the world’s greatest country with the greatest economy with the greatest military could have sixty million people within its borders stupid enough to vote for Donald Trump to be anything beyond the Grade B reality television punk he was in his previous life.
Greed and fear. Evidently these are the two words which guide the Ttump base through their daily activities. But greed mainly. Nothing else matters. Just greed within the U.S. tax code to pad your nest without much concern for anything else.
Too strong?
I don’t think so. Because what America is seeing right now is what Puerto Rico witnessed first hand when Trump was callously tossing rolls of paper towels around a press room as an outlier member of our country lay in ruin—albeit one without Electoral College votes.
The markets shot back up yesterday just under 2,000 points mainly because it appeared some adults are going to finally declare the coronavirus a national emergency if not for its people, but for its financial markets which were headed for the abyss.
Do you really think Trump would have given a shit otherwise in finally getting half a million test kits on board? No way. In Trump’s world the virus was for him a method of death paneling elderly people. The only reason whatsoever this action finally got announced yesterday was because the markets were headed for sub-20,000 territory by next Monday.
This is the person the white evangelicals in America embrace as their leader. Why even go to church? Why even embrace the notion anything means more to you than your net worth dashboard? At least be open and honest about who you really are.
It’s pathetic. I’m to the point where I’m cracking. I’m to the point where I’m starting to say some things to my Trump friends and relatives. So be it. It’s just pathetic.
So…I’m sitting here on Saturday morning and at least Smerconish will be on…I hope.
No NCAA Tournament, no NBA, no NHL, no golf, no MLB… effing nothing in the wake of Donald Trump and his grifters who probably played the U.S. economy short the $7 trillion and have the funds wired somewhere in the world as I write. There has to be some reason Wilbur Ross wasn’t fired three years ago.
Michael Lewis is writing his next bestseller as I sign off to go watch Smerconish…. The Big, Big, Big Short.