The man once considered the greatest huckster in American history said there's a sucker born every minute. But he never got himself elected President.
Like P.T. Barnum, the Flim-Flam in Chief never cared what the newspapers said about him, as long as they got his name right. But less than a month into a maximum 1-4 year term, the reality TV producer is learning the real world doesn't follow a script.
As of this week, he's lost two cabinet level appointments. One to resignation for talking to Russian intelligence on the day Obama sanctioned Russia. The other because you can't have a Labor secretary that didn't pay employment taxes on a fired employee.
It was going to be okay to have a labor secretary who didn't believe in minimum wage, broke labor laws, and planned to replace fast food workers with robots, by the way. That's the kind of guy a master of bankrupting businesses wants in that position.
Oddly, the stickiness of his cabinet appointments, the ham-fisted immigration orders, or the ever new ways Trump is making big bucks off his newfound position weren't the most alarming things we've learned this week. The real scary is realizing just how intertwined the White House is with the Kremlin.
That's the guys with all their nuclear warheads pointed at us. The ones who are moving missiles around that aren't supposed to be moved and that have a spy ship about 30 miles off our coast waiting for calls from the Great Cheetoh.
News that members of the Donald's campaign staff were in touch with Russian intelligence officials is terrifying. The guy who claims to be the master of the deal is making promises no honest man can keep and, believe me, no honest men are involved.
The Breitbart crew may be incompetent, but they aren't taking this lying down. A new weasel was trotted out from the tar pits to declare that the power of the president will not be questioned. Stephen Miller, voted most likely to burn a cross in high school, also declared it wasn't too late to get a $99.99 heart pendant from the Ivanka Collection for Valentine's Day.
What else can the perpetrators of alternate facts do but cry fake news at every legitimate media outlet in the free world? That's the way of the con. Everyone lies but the conman.
I'm thinking I'm going to see the first U.S. president impeached for treason.
But there is a sucker born every minute and, according to election results, they're prevelant in Pike County. I'm wondering how many of my neighbors are getting that bitter aftertaste. If you aren't getting it now, this last piece of news has got to make you pucker.
This week the White House announced the Donald will not be filling out a bracket for the NCAA basketball tournament, unlike the last president. How on earth can you trust a president who doesn't like college basketball and refuses to fill out a bracket like all the rest of us?
If you can accept that, you might as well trade your Appalachian consumable folk art for Smirnoff's. I hear Leningrad's nice this time of year, if you like ice. You're certainly ready for the coming U.S.S.R (United States Serving Russia).