By David Glenn Cox
Sadly, this isn’t my first assassination or attempt. JFK, Malcom X, Robert Kennedy, MLK and George Wallace. Ronnie Reagan was walked right out the front door of a hotel onto a busy public street with a perfectly good parking garage downstairs. Gee, what were they thinking? Bad planning or bad intentions? There is just so much at stake and assassination is the American way. Not to suspect an evil hand when the lightning strikes seems naïve.
Shakespeare made a good living writing about conspiracies and assassinations. Squeaky Fromme from the Manson family tried to shoot Gerald Ford, but her gun misfired. A couple weeks later, another woman tried to shoot Ford. Shoot Ford? Why? He didn’t do nothing. He was hardly a firebrand of Donald Trump’s caliber. He was sort of the Perry Como of modern American Presidents. It just goes to show it really doesn’t matter. If you poke your head up in public, someone might take a shot at you.
It might just be some lone nut with a gun. That’s the best kind of assassin. Some nebbish with a murky but predictable past. Some disgruntled never was. But when you are a firebrand and say firebrand things feathers get ruffled along the way. Huey Long was gunned down in the Louisiana state Capitol. FDR was riding in an open car when a gunman opened fire. Striking the mayor of Chicago who later died.
William McKinley and of course Abe Lincoln.
This attempt seemed somehow peculiar. Not so much the shooting itself, but the way that it was handled. The shots came from stage left and just creased Trump’s ear? The gunman was shooting at his head, how could it go through his ear and not hit something vital? What’s behind your ear? Your head. Trump was rushed to his car and that was that for eight hours. Where did they take him? Never mind the former President is “SAFE!” So said Trump’s campaign officials.
What does safe mean? I’ve never gone to hospital with a gunshot wound before. Is that the term, safe? It was all so cryptic and secretive. Maybe Trump was fine but by not saying anything the fear grows that Trump was worse off than they were letting on. I kept saying to myself this is so weird. Where were the doctors? What exactly did they do or not do? Was there any surgery? Did they give the former President blood or call a priest? What?
Get used to this sort of behavior. If Trump is elected, you’ll see more of it. Never you mind where he is. He’s safe. Never mind, we will have a press conference when we’re damn good and ready. So, until then, shut up and fuck off. And the media didn’t ask. “What hospital is Mr. Trump in?” Seems a logical question for a journalist to ask. But this is private government. When you need to know something, they will tell you.
Plus, there is the obvious. Donald Trump is a liar, and his campaign officials are also liars. If they weren’t liars Trump would fire them. When Donald of Orange was made Donald of Green by Covid-19. I remember his long walk up the White House stairs. He was sick as hell but wasn’t going to let on he was sick as hell. He’s dishonest! Oh, see? Covid ain’t so bad! (Hack, cough, choke, sputter, cough.)
The groups who wanted to assassinate John Kennedy were diverse across a full spectrum. Right wing anticommunists. Globalist bankers, the mob and the Military Industrial complex. The people who would want to kill Donald Trump are whom? Gee, we don’t know, do we? Of course, there are the obvious suspects. But let’s stop being obvious for a minute. Anyone could shoot Trump and Biden would get the simian blame automatically. Trump is known to borrow vast sums of money from Russia. From sources with less than conventional collection practices. Maybe Trump reneged on a deal with Putin?
We don’t know who Trump is in bed with so we have no way of knowing who might want to kill him. The allies devised plots to assassinate Hitler but abandoned them. After it was determined that anyone who replaced Hitler would probably be more competent. (If the shoe fits) A deceased Trump could bring about the same effect, on a tidal wave of pity votes. So, we are all very lucky Mr. Trump escaped serious injury.
Winston Churchill once said, “There is nothing quite so exhilarating as being shot at without result.” How could this affect Donald Trump mentally going forward? It’s one thing to know you could be shot at. It’s quite another when you hear the bullets whiz by. Here’s you and here’s mortality! The talk, of course, will be tough and vitriolic but you’ve seen your last outdoor Trump rally. It’s too dangerous outside.
It is also too soon to call heads or tails. Will this shooting help Trump’s campaign or will it hurt it in the long run? Making voters fearful a vote for Trump might mean more political violence. The ghost of January 6th hangs ever-present all around us. And now, the fear of political retaliation. (Monkey see, monkey do!) As the media theme was to try and calm the waters. The media was talking like civil war was immanent and could break out at any minute, while saying nothing at all. Mr. Trump is “safe.”
Trump takes to social media and thanks the Secret Service and Law enforcement. Sure, sure he did that. That’s what I’d do if a bullet just grazed my head. Good job fellas! Kudos! Thanks, a whole bunch!
Remember, there is a prediction from the big book of fairy tales about the Antichrist. The Antichrist will be assassinated in public and yet, he will live. Just something to mention to your Christian friends neighbors to help keep them up at night.
“Isn't it the moment of most profound doubt that gives birth to new certainties? Perhaps hopelessness is the very soil that nourishes human hope; perhaps one could never find sense in life without first experiencing absurdity.” ― Václav Havel