The Entertainment Value of the Trump Presidency is exceeding my wildest dreams.
With the Outrage Meter seemingly permanently red-lined at 11 and All The Right People sprawled out on the fainting couch what’s not to like here?
Forget the legislative agenda and step back to view Andrew Breitbart’s Big Picture:
“Politics is downstream from culture”
Who’s winning the Media & Culture War these days gang?
And in American Culture there is No Downside to being cast (or casting oneself) as The Outsider, the Lovable Snarkmiester, the Underdog Mutt who Speaks Truth to Power.
Every Presidential Tweet fired at The Ruling Class is a Real Life Movie Script Zinger designed to bait, hook and reel in Washington’s vast population of the world’s Greg Marmalards.
So here it is, in Real Time and in Living Technicolor, Our Don using The Bully Pulpit on The Bullies and saying Out Loud and From On High what Every Deplorable has said to The Powers That Be from the summer of 1776 to last November:
Kiss my ass.
Fourth of July fireworks?