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| This was my very first convo with Ten this morning. |
My understanding is that last night was just another one of his campaign rallies. It was chock full of his usual ridiculous, over-the-top lies, rabid squirrel-brained racist and jingoistic rants, adolescent level bullying, topped off with extra added deceitful, bullshit baiting embellishments.The more Trump talked, the less he said. He had gone into the address with an approval rating of 39% positive and 60% negative, according to a Washington Post-ABC News-Ipsos poll, lower than any past president delivering his first State of the Union address. Over an hour and 47 minutes, he offered little to change that equation. The longest State of the Union speech in history was also one of the most inconsequential. (source)Ho hum, nothing new here. According to Silver Bulletin presidential approval ratings Prez Pedo's headed into Toilet Town.
The share of Americans who strongly approve of Trump has dropped from 34 percent when he was inaugurated to just 24 percent today, while the share who strongly disapprove has risen from 31 percent to 45 percent.I don’t think his Adderall fueled performance last night is going to improve his numbers. Call it a hunch.
Now that the distraction of last night's hoopla is over, we can get back to the horrific evils that he and his crew of barbarous billionaire fucks are wreaking. Like the chain of concentration camps. Pedo, Vance and Stephen Miller are trying to create McDonald's style concentration camps. That is, one in nearly every town.
I only mention it but, in World War II, not all of the Nazi's concentration camps were specifically extermination camps, like Auschwitz or Treblinka. There was a vast network of forced labor camps where prisoners were simply worked to death – exhaustion, starvation, and outrageously unsanitary conditions got them, not Zyklon B. Anne Frank didn't die in a gas chamber. She contracted typhus, spread by lice, in the Bergen-Belsen forced labor camp.
Prez Pedo's team won't ever call their prisons what they really are. That'd be bad PR, bad for the brand and shit.
Meanwhile, here in Valhalla, it’s snowing. Yes…again. Of course it is. It’s February and this is New England. The good news is that I don’t have any doc or physical therapy appointments for another two weeks (!!!) so I can be a happy dry, if housebound slug. I miss staring at the waves up close but I’m definitely fine and dandy with warm dry feet, thenkyewveddymuch.


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