I haven't seen Rachel Maddow on MSNBC since earlier in the week. I hope that crooked, lyin', little Donald's thought police haven't snatched her off a network sound stage and clapped her in jail for her outspoken questioning of most of the gibberish coming out of the Trump fantasy camp. I also hope that I'll see her again soon in her usual weeknight time slot but, if not, the last words I saw her broadcast have already proved prophetic.
Her comment went something along the line of, "No matter what the actual inauguration attendance figure turns out to be, Trump will lie about it." I guess you can't go too far wrong if you predict that little Donald will lie about something (anything) so I don't know if Rachel really deserves all that much credit. But it's been entertaining to see the way her prediction has come to life.
I'll admit that I don't know if little Donald has actually lied himself or if he sent one of his lackeys out, fully laden with lies, to lie for him by proxy. The lackey in the spotlight is Sean (of the Brain Dead) Spicer who, as the Trump Press Secretary, is going to get lots of opportunities for lying by proxy. But this one was pretty good. He blasted the assembled White House press corps for deliberate lies about the size of the Friday Inaugural crowd. He spouted a hodge-podge of garbled District of Columbia mass transit ridership data and a sketchy story (since debunked) about a light-colored ground cover which, according to him, proved that the Trump Coronation attendance was the largest ever. Period.
I feel a little sorry for Sean Spicer. It looks pretty clear that he was provided with marching orders that would set him up to look almost as petty and mean-spirited as his boss. Ouch. Day Two of the Trump reign and gas has been liberally applied to the already smoldering feud between the big cheese and the press. I don't want to accuse Trump of being too chickenshit to confront the pressroom crowd himself. After all, he had a full day to race through and he got his digs in against the media in his address to a crowd of CIA operatives at the Agency's Langley headquarters. Something about the press including some of the most dishonest people around. Coming from little Donald, words of high praise indeed. Spicer did cast Trump as a victim of the Democratic Senators' delaying tactics, thereby cheating Trump of the presence of his CIA Director nominee at Langley. Waaah, waaah, waaah.
Press briefings during the Viet Nam and Iraq wars earned the nicknames of The Four O'Clock Follies and The Five O'Clock Follies, respectively. Beleaguered military mouthpieces were subjected to open scorn and ridicule from reporters over the briefings' exaggerated and inflated claims of just how well those two wars were going. Hmmmm. Exaggeration and inflation. Sound like anyone we know? I'm going to urge Spicer and the rest of his flacks to avoid regularly scheduling their future press briefings at either four or five in the afternoon. And certainly not on Fridays either. No need to make it easy for the enemy press to harness the power of alliteration. The briefings' contents alone will make them plenty easy enough targets.
Away we go. I think that even an untrained hack like me should be able to find plenty of juicy material from the Trump Gang to fill up a daily report. I can't wait to try my hand on the comings and goings of Kellyanne Conway. Such as, wasn't that coat she wore to the inauguration just about the most ridiculous thing you've ever seen? The only place I can see that as appropriate would be the Philadelphia Phillies' bullpen in April. God help us all.
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