Were you among the furious, angry, outraged over Donald Trump’s limp-handed, limp-brained response to the rioting in Charlottesville?
But surprised…not a chance in hell.
Also not surprised by his tweet of condemnation which came today only after a meeting with the Attorney General and the head of the FBI who, I can only hope, hammered him with the need for such a revision.
How could anybody with a brain be surprised by what he said? He’s been saying inflammatory things like this for the past year – and more – in the special language he speaks: Trumpese. Donald Trump is hardly multi-lingual and his tweets were recently compared to those of “an indolent 9-year-old.”
Trumpese is the only language he speaks and it always translates to “What’s in it for me?”
He spoke in Trumpese recently when he encouraged police to go ahead and be a little rougher with prisoners. He spoke it recently when he called for “fire and fury” in response to North Korea and in his angry, insulting tweet to one of his advisors who quit after Trump’s initial lukewarm response to Charlottesville. It’s the only language he knows.
And what’s in it for him in those situations is that he gets to strut and preen and play tough guy instead of doing anything constructive.
What was in it for him with the original (and truly Trump) Charlottesville comment is holding onto what he sees as his base. And, God help us, he sees these people as part of his base.
Trump’s minions are already putting forth campaign ads for 2020 and he also recently proposed that the 2020 election might be “postponed” if there’s a chance of voter fraud. That’s Trumpese for “Of course, we’ll find voter fraud and want to postpone the election. It will be very, very significant, like the country has never seen before.”
(A sidenote here: In the world of linguistics, words like “very” and “really” are called intensifiers. And in the world of linguistics, intensifiers are used far more often by women speakers. In fact, they are a marker of the differences between the way men and women speak. I leave you to draw your own conclusions.)
We are in the middle of a conundrum these days and it is not one wrapped in an enigma. It’s right out there in plain sight.
Donald Trump spends a lot of time shouting at, and rambling on about, the despots of the world – Kim Jong Un and Venezuela’s Maduro come to mind – and how we’ll take them out. But who’s that behind the curtain? Why, our very own despot trying to pull the same Shinola on America. And what is anyone with any clout doing about it?
You know the answer as well as I do.
So, no, Miss Fidditch was not the least bit surprised by Donald Trump’s Trumpesian response to the rioting over the weekend. The photo of the “pitchforks and torches” crowd was chilling but not quite as chilling as the words from the so-called President of the United States who is sworn to uphold the laws and generally expected to work for unity in our country.
Call me old-fashioned. Call me out of date. But I remember the day I climbed the steps of the Lincoln Memorial and stood weeping in the presence of greatness and an unexpected rush of patriotism.
It seems to me that a President who does not uphold the laws and who works for – not against – divisiveness and hatred in our country is a candidate for impeachment. Bill Clinton got hit with it for having sex in the oval office.
How I wish having sex in the oval office was the only thing Donald Trump was guilty of.
As for Charlottesville, my words to him, despite his statement today, are simply, and in business terms he might understand, “You broke it. You buy it.” It’s all yours.