For some inexplicable reason, creepy Donald Trump fixates on the strangest things, like toilets, dishwashers, sharks, windmills, and so on. When it comes to Kamala Harris, he tried to make an issue out of whether she in Black or Asian. That did not catch on. Then he tried to make out that she is really stupid and has a low IQ. That did not catch on either. Now creepy Trump has decided that Kamala Harris’s claim that she worked at McDonalds when she was young is false because it does not say so in her resume, and that this should somehow be disqualifying. He has become obsessed with this and speaks about it frequently.
First of all who gives a damn about something so trivial? As young people, many of us did various short-term jobs to earn a little money. We did not think it worthwhile to include them in our resumes if they were not relevant to whatever position we were seeking later. In my own case, I spent a few months while in college in Sri Lanka tutoring a visiting Japanese Buddhist monk in spoken English. You will not find that anywhere in my resume because what would be the point in including that in my future career as a physicist? I would not be able to provide any proof now anyway since it was so long ago and I have lost touch with the monk. Why would I make up such an inconsequential story? You can believe it or disbelieve it but who cares?
And yet, creepy Trump decided to stage an event yesterday where he supposedly worked the deep fryer that makes French fries and scooped them into the little paper cups that they are served in. He then stood at the drive-thru window to give them to drivers and wave to the cameras. What exactly did that prove about whether Harris did this kind of job a long time ago? Nothing of course.
Jon Stewart discussed the McDonalds stunt, creepy Trump’s comments about Arnold Palmer’s genitals, and the much more disturbing things he has said recently about arresting his political opponents whom he calls “the enemy within”.
But as with most things involving creepy Trump, even this was mostly phony. It turned out that the McDonalds restaurant in question had been closed for the day to allow this stunt to take place. That is excusable on security grounds. But then it was revealed that the ‘customers’ who drove up to the window were hand-picked Republicans and that they even had a rehearsal of them driving up and getting their fries so that creepy Trump would be ‘ready for his close up’.
This is pathetic. His resemblance to the delusional Norma Desmond is getting ever more striking. But if he wants to waste his time in the last weeks of the campaign doing stuff like this that serves no discernible purpose, then perhaps we should encourage him.
Well, since you asked: people like you.
In fact, you give a damn--and post about--someone who you thinks gives a damn about it, so your damn is second-hand.
You care that someone cares about something trivial.
(Reflexiveness)
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What’s remarkable is how he gets treated as a potential president-in-waiting, and how he makes the news.
cf. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dead_cat_strategy
…Mano commenting on a presidential candidate’s bizarre fixation while campaigning is the same thing as that presidential candidate’s bizarre fixation while campaigning, apparently.
A clue for those that want one: the details of a presidential candidate’s campaign are of nation-wide and perhaps world-wide consequence, should he be elected.
Today I learned that commenting on the vacuity of Trump’s obsessions triggers similar vacuity in Mano’s comments. Should Mano adduce an article demonstrating media coverage of said vacuities it’s an example of ‘second-hand’ damnation and not an illustration of the problem.
An aside: my family genetics throw up such personalities with distressing regularity, quite a few per generation (my family doesn’t breed much due to offspring such as these being deemed unfuckable by any reasonable prospective partner). We call them the Poisonous Old Bitches* and isolate them as such.
Our family gatherings are always times of laughter and love because we’ve learned the necessity of quarantining the smug shit-stirrers and contrarians amongst us. Including them breaks joy and makes comity impossible. Even when they’re correct there’s no point in opening our homes to people who sneer and smirk and snicker and leave you feeling like you need a bath, that’s not how communities work.
*sorry for this slur, the label evolved in more primitive times.
What?
A very weird belief, that is.
(How is that apparent to you, Holms?)
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The question, Holms, was (and I quoted it) “First of all who gives a damn about something so trivial?”.
The answer is, of course, those who talk about it. Who post about it.
Because one would not comment about it if one did not give a damn about it, would they?
So, though I answered it, the answer was not to the effect that “Mano commenting on a presidential candidate’s bizarre fixation while campaigning is the same thing as that presidential candidate’s bizarre fixation while campaigning”. That’s purely in your imagination, Holms.
(It’s not a complicated concept)
I personally don’t feel like I need a bath, despite your snide smirky snickerings, badland.
(You are doing exactly what you accuse others of doing, except ‘they’ are not actually doing it)
I note that the POBs of the badland family absolutely LOVE tu quoque, it’s the thing that resets their smugometer and allows them to feel they have a point (they don’t).
(You pointed out my bullshittery, that makes you a bullshitter).
(Weak as fuck, John).
Some people do fixate on weird things.
I accept your third reply in the spirit it was given John. Please accept mine.
isn’t there a 2-comment rule on this blog?
This is optimal. Let him obsess about being mocked by Jimmy Kimmel, about penis size, or about the Eskimo Global Conspiracy. Let him talk about how Hannibal Lecter told him Arnold Palmer had a big dick.
And let him talk about it publicly and often.
Tim Walz was just on The View and hearing him speak was so uplifting and calming after having to hear Trump’s rantings. It’s exhausting to keep being exposed to the depraved and demented ramblings of the convicted felon.
#4 John
It was sarcasm, John. I was hoping the ridiculousness would be apparent, but I will make it plain.
On the one hand: a candidate for US president is commenting on [Kamala Harris’ claim that she has worked at Maccas, and the possibility that this claim is a lie].
On the other, Mano and other much larger media are commenting on: [a candidate for US president is commenting on [Kamala Harris’ claim that she has worked at Maccas, and the possibility that this claim is a lie]].
Obviously, the two issues are not the same thing at all. Mano is not “a person giving a damn about something so trivial”, he is a person giving a damn about something quite significant: Donald Trump, a man with wealth, fame, and a real shot at becoming the world’s most powerful man, -- and his fans -- are giving a damn about something so trivial.
John #5
Can you really be this blind to yourself, name redacted?
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#8 badland
More important is how Mano takes it, given it was actually his fourth. And whaddya know, it was to pop back in for a snide jab.
John Morales,
You have made four comments on this thread and that exceeds the three comments per post limit.
Goodbye.
Mano,
Thank for that rule and applying it. It will make this blog a much better place.
As for the original topic, Trump has never had to write a resume in his life and probably never had to read one since he’s never had a real job and never directly hired anyone that wasn’t related to him in some way. So he may even believe his own bullshit in that specific case about Harris’ resume. Not that reality ever is pre-requisite for any of his statements.