Tag: maga

A New Word to Add to Your Lexicon

T-R-U-M-P-E-R-Y:  You Not Going to Believe This!

I think of myself as having a fairly good vocabulary, not Christopher Hitchens level, but I would say better than average, at least. I do a lot of reading, and I am always at the ready with my “Oxford Dictionary of English” (with Thesaurus, of course) when I inevitably come across words that are either new to me or that I have already looked up, perhaps a long time ago, and have forgotten their meaning. As I age, I find this happens much more frequently.  “Hooray” for aging! Just another perk of getting older.

Occasionally, I do run into a new word, one I’ve never heard before and have no idea of its’ meaning. And recently some very close friends of mine introduced me to a new word, although I’m not sure where they heard it or read it, but they are both pretty smart and extremely well read so I thought I’ll roll with it. I must admit, I thought it was a joke until I looked it up in my trusty OED, and found this:

T R U M P E R Y (archaic)

Noun:

  • Attractive articles of little value or use.
  • Practices or beliefs that are superficially or visually appealing but have little real value or worth

Adjective:

  • Showy but worthless: trumpery jewelry.
  • Delusive or shallow: that trumpery hope which lets us dupe ourselves.

Ringing any bells? The obvious application was just too much to overlook. I understand the “A rose by any other name”but I thought this to be nothing less than a message from the Universe! What could possibly describe the felonious, useless, empty-suit, currently occupying the White House better than his own name and what are the chances of such a coincidence? Consider that “Trump” was the name chosen by his grandfather when their actual name, “Drumpf”, evoked severe anti-German sentiment before and during WWI. Interestingly, the Fat Felon’s grandfather emigrated to the United States specifically to avoid mandatory compulsory service in the German military. I guess draft dodging runs in the family. In conclusion, you can expect to hear or read this word much more frequently from this point forwards.  Some things are just meant to be, I guess. 

Here’s Your Wakeup Call, MAGA!

It’s Time to Face the Facts, MAGA, He IS the Creep We Knew He Was!

Ok, MAGA, voters!  Time to wake up and smell the malodorous and pungent smell wafting through the maelstrom of reports coming out on the relationship between Jeffrey Epstein and his “best friend” Donald J. Trump.  Whatever reservations you’ve had, whatever obvious reports and events you’ve let come and go, choosing not to investigate them any further or scraping them summarily without any consideration at all, this one is not going away.  This one is tough.

The birthday card sent to Mr. Epstein from the Felon in the White House is so obviously Mr. Felon’s handwriting and signature that he is in full panic mode!  Upon learning they were preparing to release the story, the Felon did exactly what he always does: he immediately threatened the Wall St. Journal and Rupert Murdoch with litigation only this time, instead of folding their tent and begging forgiveness, they published the letter anyway!  This is meaningful given the fact that he has been able to bully many other companies – and countries – into slavish adherence to his every desire.  Not this time.  This time the WSJ and Murdoch waved off the threat and published the story anyway, setting off a veritable whirlwind of reaction from every facet of the media and MAGA supporters alike.  

But in the end, you already know the truth.  You know he has been on the flights; 6, 7, times, whatever, it’s in the flight manifests that have already been reviewed by investigators.  You know they were “friends”, not superficial acquaintances that the Felon would have you believe. Friends.  There are countless photos of them together, you’ve seen them but have been able to engage your powers of cognitive dissonance necessary to keep this lily white.  But the card…..no, not this time.  The card is in his handwriting, his signature, his words.  This time the facts are irrefutable.

I implore you; keep the pressure on, keep asking the important questions, stay focused and don’t let him divert your attention away to some lesser, frivolous nonsense so he can get you to move on.  The answers are coming and, when they do, you can finally admit you made a terrible mistake and voted for a miscreant, an adjudicated sexual predator, and con man and then maybe we can all move on.