It’s All Trump’s Fault
At the same time that liberals chastise President Trump for acting as if everything is all about him, they carry on as if everything is all about him.
At the same time that liberals chastise President Trump for acting as if everything is all about him, they carry on as if everything is all about him.
Whether one pro-Trump loon is sending prank bombs to leftists or an anti-Trump loon is killing 11 Jews in Pittsburgh, they blame it on Trump.
Most of us can agree that what Robert Bowers did at the Tree of Life synagogue in Squirrel Hill was sheer evil, but the media not only tried to lay the 11 corpses at the president’s feet, but, as Jews for the Preservation of Firearms Ownership (JPFO) pointed out, by referring to “shootings” instead of “murders,” they tried to politicize the crime itself.
As always happens after these tragic events, the left-wing establishment tried to point the finger at guns instead of giving the finger to the anti-Semite who murdered 11 Jews.
One often hears even Fox News commentators take Trump to task for referring to the media as the enemy of the people. But the truth is that the president is usually talking about the fake-news media. And anybody who’s not willing to admit that 95% of the media, consisting of newspapers, magazines, movies, and nearly every TV news outlet, is biased against Trump is lying through his teeth.
It’s not just that newspapers like The New York Times and The Washington Post haven’t supported a Republican in a presidential race since 1956 (meaning they even backed Carter against Reagan) or that they make up lies about Donald Trump. There are also lies by omission. By never crediting Trump with anything, including boosting the economy, improving our trade deals, or putting a leash on North Korea, they expose the fact that if the man somehow cured cancer, they’d blame him for putting health care professionals out of work.
They also expose themselves for the left-wingers they are when they even blame Trump for hurricanes, campus violence, and tidal waves, pretending these things never took place when Clinton and Obama were in office. It also means they feel it incumbent on themselves to pretend that shooting GOP House members with real bullets is less serious than mailing pipe bombs that don’t explode.
As Eric Golub has observed: “Right now, somebody is plotting to kill someone somewhere for unknown reasons. It’s Trump’s fault. This….is CNN reporting.”
Not to be outdone, Linda Posto points out that when Obama lied, it was called a mistake. When Trump makes a mistake, it’s called a lie.
Democrats and people like Angela Merkel always appear to be overly concerned about the comfort level of foreign invaders and totally unconcerned with their own citizens. At the very least, they should have to explain how 20 million illegal Latinos or a million Muslims have improved the lives of Americans or Germans.
With the World Series out of the way, I received an email from my friend Jay Lehr. “We argued a couple of years ago after the World Series when I pointed out that when the entire winning team jumps up and down uncontrollably, it is an automatic reaction. You said such a thing doesn’t exist. Yet it happened again last night when the Red Sox defeated the Dodgers.”
“I never said it didn’t exist. I’ve seen it take place even during the regular season when the entire team rushes out to home plate, jumping up and down, to greet the guy who just hit a game-ending home run. But I continue to argue it’s not a natural reaction. It’s learned. You don’t see it in basketball when a college or pro team wins the championship. Or in football. If you saw the behemoths carry on that way at the end of the Super Bowl, people would laugh. Only in baseball do the champs jump up and down like a bunch of little girls at a Justin Bieber sighting. As a baseball fan, I find it embarrassing and I wish the guys would cut it out. Just another good reason why I should be the commissioner.”
Ann Reid sent me pictures of some terrific inventions along with a bunch of amusing comments.
Among my favorite gizmos was a water fountain in a park constructed in such a way that the overflow collects in a bowl at the bottom so that dogs can drink, too.
Next was an accessibility mat at the beach that leads down across the sand to the shoreline for people in wheelchairs.
A lid on a pill bottle that records how long it’s been since it was last opened.
A shopping cart that calculates how much you’re spending as you go along.
Among my favorite lines were the following four.
“Arguing with a woman is like reading the Software License Agreement. In the end, you simply click ‘I agree.’”
“‘Do not touch’ must be one of the scariest things a person can read in Braille.”
“There’s that moment when your steak is sizzling on the grill and you can feel your mouth watering in anticipation. Do you vegans feel the same way when you’re mowing the grass?”
“During labor, the pain is so great that a woman can almost imagine what a man feels like when he has a cold.”
My wife and I recently had lunch with my 104-year-old friend, Norman Lloyd. For those of you who don’t recognize the name, he’s the actor who fell off the Statue of Liberty in Hitchcock’s “Saboteur.” The younger crowd might better remember him as Dr. Auschlander on “St. Elsewhere.”
In an acting career that has spanned nine decades, Norman has worked with or been friends with or played tennis with a who’s who of Broadway, Hollywood, and the arts in general. On top of all that, he and Peggy Lloyd had one of the longest marriages — not just in show business, but anywhere.
As he says, “A couple of days before she died” (at the age of 98 in 2011) “Peggy asked me how long we’d been married. I told her 75 years and she said: ‘It should last.’ I thought that was charming.”
There aren’t many people who can say they were literally middle-aged at 52, and fewer still who can claim to have been close friends with Orson Welles, Jean Renoir, Billy Wilder, Lewis Milestone, Alfred Hitchcock, and Charlie Chaplin.
In fact, during the three-hour lunch, it seemed like every time I mentioned anyone, from Bernard Herrmann and Everett Sloane to Bill Tilden and Richard Conte, Norman knew them and had anecdotes to share.
In fact, at one point, I asked him if there had been anyone during his lifespan he hadn’t met that he wish he had. After thinking about it for a while, he came up with George Bernard Shaw.
Shaw’s loss.
