By David Glenn Cox
Maybe it’s all in my head. Maybe I’m just crazy and cynical. Maybe this is the Twilight Zone, my own personal Twilight Zone. Like in a dream where you are trying to run but can’t get your feet to move. Do you find it odd or is it just me? Where is he? The man was shot in the head and then he disappears, and nobody says anything about it. This is all perfectly normal right, and it’s just me?
Partisans say, I spoke to him on the phone. He posted on Twuth Social. What’s going on? Not one photo? Broadcast television is playing stock footage. Do you know when and why they play stock footage? And nobody says nothing! “ The former President hasn’t been seen for days now. But that’s okay! We’ll all take your word for it; Mr. Trump is okay. In fact, we won’t even mention it to the public.”
One by one, the cases against Donald Trump disappear like grapes in a closed fist. Do you see what I see? A pattern is forming. A judiciary throwing off the faux robes of impartiality and drowning the cases and then smiling saying, “What are you going to do about it? So, what, I’m a billionaire’s hired man. I do whatever he asks because he treats me real good. He bought me this RV because he likes me and he’s my friend. So what? You’d do it too if you could.
The broadcast media says this by way of education. “Not since George W. Bush has a candidate announced his running mate before the convention.” Say what? Trump or whoever didn’t announce a damn thing. It was a post on Social Media. Like two for one Red Baron Pizzas at Kroger. Not even a voice on the phone, a tweet. Oh, and by the way, this is my running mate in case anything were to happen to me.
No opening greeting for the convention over the phone? Even pre-recorded?
I’ll tell you what I know about J.D. Vance from personal experience. Living in Alabama, we had this guy, Shorty Price. Stick with me, I’ll get there. Shorty was a character of the first order and a trust fund baby. In order for the money to keep coming. Shorty had either to hold public office or run for public office. So, every election day when you saw the ballot there was Shorty’s name. When I lived in Ohio, every election day there was J. D. Vance’s name on the ballot running for something.
He is an ambitious man who once despised Donald Trump before they burned the Mass card in his hand. Now he’s Doctor Strangelove or how I learned to love the Trump. Now he’s born-again hard Trump. The man who would be King. He’s going to serve the public whether they like it or not.
“Those are my principles, and if you don't like them...well, I have others.” ― Groucho Marx
A mystery running mate who could be anything politically. A young man with little practical experience and a pliable streak walking hand in hand, with a 78-year-old man recently shot in the head and not seen publicly since.
The Trump campaign hasn’t tried to reach out to the widow of the man killed at the rally. I wonder why? Could this go beyond the normal Trump self-centered callousness? Like maybe a panic-stricken campaign staff working like one armed wallpaper hangers trying to keep something under wraps.
Let me be clear; I WANT TO BE WRONG! Just show me a picture of Mr. Trump holding today’s newspaper, and I will shut up. Let me hear what the doctors have to say, and I will be quiet. In the wake of an assassination attempt, where Mr. Trump appeared to be shot in the head, don’t you think that’s only fair?
It makes you wonder. All these high paid millionaire journalists and not one has thought to ask on air. “Why haven’t we seen a picture of Mr. Trump or had a single phone interview? As complicit as a house cats, come here pussy, I’ll stroke you behind the ears. Not even one photo from his sick bed?
This is all perfectly normal, go back to sleep.
Push will come to shove when Trump appears at the convention, smiling and waving! I’ll happily be wrong and shut the fuck up about my personal delusions. But what if Trump doesn’t appear? What if Trump quietly accepts the nomination and goes on about his merry way without making an appearance? That would be perfectly normal. Millard Fillmore didn’t speak at his convention and neither did Abe Lincoln. See? Perfectly normal.
How long can Trump stay hidden? It just nicked his ear, right? My girlfriend had her earing ripped out while skiing. She said it was bloody and painful, but she didn’t go into hiding over it.
Here’s the scary part, if Donald Trump is okay there is no reason not to snap a quick photo or hold a three-minute phone interview. There is just no good reason not to do so and bask in the warmth of the free publicity and sympathy. There is every reason to do so and only one reason not to do so.
Without the 21st media blinders, we see a man apparently shot in the head. Trump is going down on the stage before the Secret Service can reach him. Either because Trump realized they’re shooting at him, or he’s been wounded and asking about his shoes. People nicked the ear don’t normally mention footwear while people shot in the head can say most anything.
Watch the video closely. As they moved Mr. Trump off the stage, he seemed unable to negotiate the steps off the platform. By the second step, they appear to be carrying Mr. Trump. Ear injury?
Then nothing! He’s fine, says the campaign! Never been better! Can we talk to him? Oh wait, I forgot, we’re not supposed to ask. That would be normal. I forgot this 1984 plus forty, and we’re all not supposed to be surprised by this 21st Century bullshit any more.
“The only real laughter comes from despair.” ― Groucho Marx