Dead People Love Me: Marketing Memorial Day, Trump Style
Only seven words today from Trump about the fallen. And they weren't "Thank you all for your ultimate sacrifice."
Because Memorial Day--at least to this mocking, preening, cowardly weasel that we elected as the leader of the free world--is just another opportunity to market his brand. The tragedy of these men and women is not that they gave their lives in service to their country, but that they aren't around to see the shimmering miracle that is the Trump regime.
I'm not sure why he would want the fallen to be part of his glory. If he doesn't appreciate our service men and women who were captured by the enemy (his words), then from his craven perspective he must view those who were killed as total losers. He is, after all, the man who received four student deferments during his time to serve and then, after graduating as "the best baseball player in New York" (his words) somehow got another convenient deferment for bone spurs. (He can't recall now which foot was affected.) While his peers were dying and being captured and tortured, his "personal Vietnam" (his words) was avoiding venereal disease while playing the field in Manhattan. (Which certainly had to be dangerous duty for a man who screws porn stars without using a condom.)
He could spared us the nauseating marketing Tweet and just quietly visited Arlington to spit on a few graves. That's what we'll be doing if we re-elect him.