At Defector.com, today David Roth wrote this, about the people who share the stage with Orange Julius Cesar at rallies:
These were shitty roast comics and disgraced ex-Mayors and disgraced ex-wrestlers and disgraced TV psychiatrists and radio hosts, disgraced scions of similarly disgraced American political families and Trump’s weedy sniffling adult sons and Tucker Carlson and the various free-riding kooks and replacement-level elected masochists and aspiring genocidaires aiming to sneak into power by hiding their hideous chittering forms behind Trump’s luxurious width.
His prose is beautiful, his message crucial.
All the leading candidates are idiots, I’ll vote L to keep them on the ballot. Maybe one day I’ll hear the party mentioned in the media. Not holding my breath.
It is the electoral college that gives you that luxury in your state, and it’s the electoral college that prevents L from ever gaining traction.
Thank you, Jerry. Among the many other”worst human beings ever” supporting T-Rump, Tucker Carlson stands out for his violent punishment fantasies involving Donald Trump and teenaged girls. I watched it on tv and could not believe it myself. He said these things at a rally in Duluth, Georgia prior to a rally. But Jeet Heer wrote about it in The Nation, October 25, 2024. Here’s an excerpt:
“Carlson broke new rhetorical ground by celebrating the former president as a stern ‘daddy’ who would inflict physical punishment on childish Democrats. Working himself up to a lather, and often laughing manically, Carlson conjured up a lurid vision of America as a dysfunctional family under the Democrats.
Carlson’s bizarre speech deserves to be quoted at length. The situation, Carlson said, ‘is very familiar to anyone who has children, which is, if you allow it you will encourage more of it. If you allow people to get away with things that are completely over the top and outrageous. If you allow your 2-year old to smear the contents of his diapers on the wall of your living room and you do nothing about it, if you allow your 14-year old to light a joint at the breakfast table, if you allow your hormone-addled daughter to slam the door of her bedroom and give you the finger, you’re going to get more of it. Those kids are going to wind up in rehab. It’s not good for you. It’s not good for them. No, there has to be a point at which Dad comes home. Yeah, that’s right, Dad comes home–and he’s pissed! Dad is pissed. He’s not vengeful. He loves his children–disobedient as they may be–he loves them because they’re his children. They live in his house. But he’s disappointed in their behavior…
“know what he says? ”You’ve been a bad girl, you’ve been a bad little girl, and you’re getting a vigorous spanking right now [That’s right, Carlson is equating Democrats to teenage girls] …And no, it’s not going to hurt me more than it hurts you. No, it’s not. I’m not going to lie. This is going to hurt you a lot more than it hurts me. And you earned this. You’re getting a vigorous spanking because you’ve been a bad girl.'” [Jeet Heer continues in his article]
“The image of Donald Trump inflicting a ‘vigorous spanking on a 15-year old girl is disturbing by itself–and becomes even more so when one remembers Trump’s long history as a sexual harasser. …Given Trump’s history, Carlson’s attempt to recast the GOP presidential nominee as a stern but just patriarch seems both absurd and politically self-defeating. One is almost tempted to advise Carlson to give up political speeches and seek a therapist for his unresolved ” daddy” issues. But Carlson’s speech, however delusional, is a product of COLD POLITICAL CALCULATION as much as personal pathology. Trump is running for the second time against a female candidate, one who has energized women enraged by the ending of reproductive freedom by Supreme Court Justices Trump appointed.”
That was a very good article. Given that Trump leads among men and Harris leads among women, some see Carlson’s little diatribe as a call for men to subjugate women who want to vote for Harris. Something to think about. Take care, everyone, and fasten your seatbelts. It’s going to be a bumpy election! Love, Aunt Marie