I feel like we are in a
horror movie watching this large orange Godzilla stomping his way from New York
City to Washington leaving a trail of smoldering wreckage where there used to be the predictable
landscape of American politics.
You have been dragged into a professional
wrestling match
The crowd does not want the
Chess Champion to enter the ring. On the other hand I get the problem – you ain't no Smack Down Diva
But here’s the bottom line –
if your speech this week doesn’t crack the code of what the crowd loves about
Donald the Bone Crushing Orange Blimp Michael Moore may be right – we are toast.
