He isn't broke. He just isn't spending all his money on trying to become a president. For Europeans this kind of politics is strange. Buying your way into the presidential chair... Is this democracy?
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Good question, good thing Clinton isn't doing this.
I thought he was a billionaire? How could he be broke?
*Nelson laugh*
He isn't broke. He just isn't spending all his money on trying to become a president. For Europeans this kind of politics is strange. Buying your way into the presidential chair... Is this democracy?
"Donald Trump's campaign started the month with a paltry $1.3 million in cash — a mere fraction of Hillary Clinton's $42.5 million war chest — putting the GOP frontrunner at a sharp disadvantage heading into the general election against Clinton's money machine.
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And it's not just money — the filings revealed a campaign staff of less than 70, a number was dwarfed by Clinton's nearly 700 paid employees, and few of the campaign's expenses suggested work had begun to build out a more robust operation. All together, it's the most lopsided fundraising start to a presidential election in the modern campaign finance era."
" “Trump’s campaign is in free fall. There is not a single aspect of the campaign that is in good shape; he has messaging, finance, political, organizational problems and on the current trajectory, he will suffer an embarrassing defeat this fall,” said Alex Conant, former communications director for the Marco Rubio campaign. “Effectively, doesn’t have a campaign. … He’s had two months now to consolidate conservative support, and aside from one or two symbolic actions like the NRA speech and the list of judges, both of which he subsequently undermined, he’s done nothing to unite Republicans, and I think arguably his standing among Republicans is worse than it was a month ago.” "
Interesting piece, though a bit long. These bits struck me as the takeaway (emphasis mine):
His supporters are not really listening to anything he says. They cheer when he says he’ll help the veterans, they cheer when he says he’ll build a wall, but ultimately they do not care what he says. They don’t care if he actually will build a wall... Nothing in Trump’s platform matters. There is no policy that matters. There is no promise that matters. There is no villain, no scapegoat, that matters...
Americans who have voted for Trump in the primaries have done so not because they agree with all, or any, of his statements or promises, but because he is an entertainment. He is a loud, captivating distraction and a very good comedian...As long as he continues to say crazy shit, he will continue to dominate the news and will continue to attract crowds. The moment he ceases to entertain – to say crazy shit – he will evaporate.
Or even before that, people could just get bored. This happened in Sacramento. Just over halfway through his speech, people started leaving. Twenty-five minutes in, he had begun to repeat himself, and he’d started looking down at the podium, reading dubious statistics about Sacramento’s economic situation...He was getting too specific, and the entertainment value was sinking.
By the time Trump finished, there was no one behind me. Most of the hangar was empty. The only people left were the few hundred outside, pressed against the barricades, waiting for him to sign their posters and hats.
It seems like Trump knows that accuracy and substance and serious talk about difficult issues are the death of him, so we'll be treated to outrageousness and buffoonery all the way to November. You wonder whether his supporters for him will remain interested for that long.
I'll give Trump this: he is the needed counterpoint to Hillary's careful, rehearsed and very self-conscious campaign. If I had her ear for five minutes I would tell her to show some genuine passion and throw the script away from time to time.
I've seen crazier shit that's actually actual, but that had the guy's bug down in the corner so I googled it this morning... it's still pretty awesome.
I like the idea of sacred monkeys in the Vatican - sort of reminds me of Oz! Good story, thanks for the write. The black cat is actually my own little snooty, snotty thing. It's one of the very few pics I have of her actually looking towards the camera - she usually turns her head.
It has taken a few years for all the childhood brainwashing to disappear - with the help of husband, Xeric. Religion can be a toxic, self-justified means to give oneself permission to judge, control others and scam money. It's not like one day I decided to walk away, it was a moderately slow process (of about 2 months or so) after being enlightened .
How eerily reminiscent of the subject of this thread. I'm guessing that in another life, Trumpers was a televangelist. bokey wrote:
That's because she knows the camera will steal her soul.
Personally, I think cats are biding their time before they eat us like rotisserie chickens.
I like the idea of sacred monkeys in the Vatican - sort of reminds me of Oz! Good story, thanks for the write. The black cat is actually my own little snooty, snotty thing. It's one of the very few pics I have of her actually looking towards the camera - she usually turns her head.
It has taken a few years for all the childhood brainwashing to disappear - with the help of husband, Xeric. Religion can be a toxic, self-justified means to give oneself permission to judge, control others and scam money. It's not like one day I decided to walk away, it was a moderately slow process (of about 2 months or so) after being enlightened .
That's because she knows the camera will steal her soul.
The black kitteh avatar hints at a remove from Christian fundamentalism. (love cats myself). I think that if I delved deeply into the arcana and minutia of Christian sects, I'd start to weep and/or laugh uncontrollably. So I'll just back away slowly and not press you for details. I'm such an unwashed heathen that I likely wouldn't understand half of what you told me.
This reminds me of the BBC adaptation of "Brideshead Revisited" from the early 80s, the one with Jeremy Irons and Anthony Andrews. AA plays Sebastian, a tortured Catholic from a titled British family. Sebastians' sister Julia is engaged to a rich but clueless American (Rex), who gamely undertakes lessons in Catholicism before converting as part of the marriage ceremony. The local priest gives him guidance, as does Julia's young sister Cordelia (played by Phoebe Nicholls, whom I just saw as Countess de Courcy in Amazon's "Dr. Thorne").
Unfortunately, Cordelia is a bit cruel and rather creative when she imparts "lessons" to Rex. Rex begins to express concern about some of the strange ways of the Catholic Church. The Catholic Family News recounts the rest of this part of the story:
During the course of instruction, as Father Mowbray tells Lady Marchmain, Rex challenges the priest, saying that he’s talked to a pious, well-educated Catholic and he’s learned a few things that Father Mowbray left out.
“For instance,” says Rex, “that you have to sleep with your feet pointing East, because that’s the direction of Heaven, and if you die at night you can walk there…. And what about the Pope who made one of his horses a cardinal? And what about the box you keep in the church porch, and if you put in a pound note with someone’s name on it, they go to Hell. I’m not saying that there mayn’t be a good reason for all this, but you ought to tell me about it and not let me find out for myself.”
When Father Mowbray and Lady Marchmain puzzle “who could Rex have been talking to?” the mischievous young Cordelia laughingly bursts, “What a chump! What a glorious chump! Oh, Mummy, who could have dreamed he’d swallow it all. I told him such a lot besides ... About sacred monkeys in the Vatican…”
My friends and I repeated that bit about sacred monkeys in the Vatican like a favorite prayer.
I like the idea of sacred monkeys in the Vatican - sort of reminds me of Oz! Good story, thanks for the write. The black cat is actually my own little snooty, snotty thing. It's one of the very few pics I have of her actually looking towards the camera - she usually turns her head.
It has taken a few years for all the childhood brainwashing to disappear - with the help of husband, Xeric. Religion can be a toxic, self-justified means to give oneself permission to judge, control others and scam money. It's not like one day I decided to walk away, it was a moderately slow process (of about 2 months or so) after being enlightened .
I won't say the name - let's just say it was VERY fundamental, independent, evangelical and strict! To know me now, you'd never guess I was "one of them"!
The black kitteh avatar hints at a remove from Christian fundamentalism. (love cats myself). I think that if I delved deeply into the arcana and minutia of Christian sects, I'd start to weep and/or laugh uncontrollably. So I'll just back away slowly and not press you for details. I'm such an unwashed heathen that I likely wouldn't understand half of what you told me.
This reminds me of the BBC adaptation of "Brideshead Revisited" from the early 80s, the one with Jeremy Irons and Anthony Andrews. AA plays Sebastian, a tortured Catholic from a titled British family. Sebastians' sister Julia is engaged to a rich but clueless American (Rex), who gamely undertakes lessons in Catholicism before converting as part of the marriage ceremony. The local priest gives him guidance, as does Julia's young sister Cordelia (played by Phoebe Nicholls, whom I just saw as Countess de Courcy in Amazon's "Dr. Thorne").
Unfortunately, Cordelia is a bit cruel and rather creative when she imparts "lessons" to Rex. Rex begins to express concern about some of the strange ways of the Catholic Church. The Catholic Family News recounts the rest of this part of the story:
During the course of instruction, as Father Mowbray tells Lady Marchmain, Rex challenges the priest, saying that he’s talked to a pious, well-educated Catholic and he’s learned a few things that Father Mowbray left out.
“For instance,” says Rex, “that you have to sleep with your feet pointing East, because that’s the direction of Heaven, and if you die at night you can walk there…. And what about the Pope who made one of his horses a cardinal? And what about the box you keep in the church porch, and if you put in a pound note with someone’s name on it, they go to Hell. I’m not saying that there mayn’t be a good reason for all this, but you ought to tell me about it and not let me find out for myself.”
When Father Mowbray and Lady Marchmain puzzle “who could Rex have been talking to?” the mischievous young Cordelia laughingly bursts, “What a chump! What a glorious chump! Oh, Mummy, who could have dreamed he’d swallow it all. I told him such a lot besides ... About sacred monkeys in the Vatican…”
My friends and I repeated that bit about sacred monkeys in the Vatican like a favorite prayer.
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