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Il Douché’s Adventures in Ethics…

It’s getting to the point where you can’t even be surprised anymore.

Less than a month into the Frightening Reign of Il Douché, and the reports of his inappropriate behavior,  toddler temper, and ignorance of the laws and mores of the nation he claims to love so vast he’d be failing 4th-grade civics arrive with the regularity of Law & Order reruns. And like L&O, they become almost too easy to ignore—before Briscoe or Spicer show up at the scene of the crime to crack wise, you realize you’ve seen this one before and start looking for something new. But we can’t become inured to him—the knowledge that he is unfit to hold high office and running the most corrupt administration since Warren G. Harding (and closing in fast on Ulysses S. Grant) is the well his other sins spring from.

They become so commonplace they don’t even rate headlines. Here’s this little morsel, tucked into the 7th graf of a gossipy NY Post story—no member of the liberal media—after the important news that Kellyanne Conway and her husband have suspended their $100,000-a-year country club membership for only a year. Could this be a sign she’s not long for the White House?  Probably not. Not even turning the White House briefing room into a QVC studio can shake Il Douché’s faith in her.

White House spokesman Sean Spicer said Conway had been “counseled” on her comments, but the president reportedly took issue with that phrase, telling staff that it was unfair to make it sound like she was in trouble.

So, one of his top White House counselors makes an ethical misstep so blatant it managed to rouse Jason Chaffetz out of the hibernation he went into after November 8th, so egregious that Peter Schweitzer, the Bannon-approved author of Clinton Cash, believes she stepped over a line, a behavior so obviously illegal that even Park Rangers are trained to avoid it,  and the leader of the free world doesn’t want anyone to think she’s in trouble?

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L’il Douché needs friends…

Has David Brooks started partaking of New York’s newly-medicinal marijuana? That’s about the only explanation I can come up with after reading his column in today’s Times. And as someone who has, at times, written under the influence, I’d like to proffer some small advice: wait until you’re sober before you hit “send.” Otherwise, you can end up publishing something as embarrassing as “A Gift For Donald Tr**p.

That title is not a joke. It’s not a parody of a Right Wing children’s book, like the execrable Rush Revere series, or Bill O’Reilly’s illustrated lectures on civility. (I would hope  parents would not give their kids a book by someone they wouldn’t allow to be alone in a room with them; I imagine their popularity stems from the books’ utility as a punishment threat: “You better clean your room, or I’ll make you read Kids Are American’s Too!“). No, David Brooks really wants to give Il Douché a “single trait to help his presidency.” After  taking some 453 words (of an 813-word column), where he considers—but rejects—prudence (he wants to help Trump, but not that much), and disinterring  the “Big Shaggy” a phrase that, sadly, had nothing to do with the musician  or Scooby-Doo, but instead refers to a phrase he coined in a 2010 column, which neither Brooks, or anyone else, has used until today, according to a search on the NYTimes.com, he finally comes to some kind of point.

What Brooks wants to confer on Tr**p is “fraternity.” He wants the the president to be able to make friends.

But instead of reaching the  conclusion that Il Douché acts like someone who had no one come to his 10th birthday party and is loaded for payback, Brooks just wants everyone to get along, even though he doubts that will happen. But he holds out hope. I think he shouldn’t bogart that joint.


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