Exaggerated lies abound
To the editor:
It’s a sad reality about the drawbacks to growing old, and the former President is not immune. In fact, he’s currently the poster child of an old fogey with signs of chronic forgetfulness and confusion. (Dare I utter the “d” or “a” word?) Now he is flummoxed and lying about Kamala Harris’ ethnicity. He is also obsessing that the media is exaggerating/lying about her crowd sizes at her rallies. (As our old math teacher Mr. Doney used to say, “What does that have to do with the cost of tea in China?”) Of course, he’s blaming AI.
Perhaps not a lie, but he’s bemused that she didn’t pass the bar on her first try. (I’d like to know the failure rate on bar exams for the former President’s legions of mediocre defense attorneys.)
What’s next? Kamala has cooties! Kamala is stuffing her bra with Kleenex tissues!
The former President’s potential idiotic, sophomoric, and insulting accusations are almost limitless considering that the man has absolutely no filter. In lieu of any actual dirt to attack her, I’m sure he will come up with some pathetically ludicrous fictions that should continually reveal how thoroughly unstable he is.
At a recent…er…event (The word rally really doesn’t apply in describing the snooze-fest.) the former President appeared to be doing his impersonation of Rachel Dratch’s SNL (Saturday Night Live) Debbie Downer character. Donnie Downer was at his despondently morose, cheerless, lethargic, dispirited, and gloomy best as he threatened his listeners with the impending third-world-country narrative. Then there was the threat of a tailspin reminiscent of 1929 if Kamala and Tim win in November. (Note the speculative lying and fear-mongering based upon congenital pessimism that runs contrarily to what is actually happening in our country.)
And MAGA wants to entrust this unhinged, near octogenarian with the nuclear codes…?
There is a ceiling to the politics of negativity and hate; the sky is the limit for the politics of hope and optimism.
Let’s leave the nuclear codes in the hands of someone with a cooler head and not apt to succumb to a disastrous senior moment.
Keith R. Klawitter
Morgan
