Thursday, January 5, 2017
"You'll find out Tuesday or Wednesday," Trump said Saturday at the New Year's Eve party he hosted at one of his resorts.
That was yesterday. And that was two days ago.
We still don't know. Because Trump doesn't know. He knows he doesn't know. Because Trump doesn't care. About anybody but Trump.
In two weeks he'll be our president. In name only.
"And I know a lot about hacking," Trump said at his party. "And hacking is a very hard thing to prove. So it could be somebody else."
I thought, if nothing else, Trump would produce the guy from the bed in a bedroom somewhere — the guy Trump has repeatedly said could be as likely as Russia or China to have screwed with the election.
But what he produced — as you and I and everybody else, including Trump, have known all along — was nothing else.
Because is a liar. He is a liar and a manipulator, scaring hell out of citizens and corporations alike. Citizens united, indeed.
What Trump is NOT is the thing, above all, we need in our president. Someone to trust.
I can't believe anything he says.
Trump's lies are how he has defrauded businesses and voters, how he has put the leader of a foreign power over the integrity of our own intelligence sources and the intelligence of the American people, how he makes money from the office he will hold.
Mine isn't partisan griping; mine is a lament for human decency.
No need to retrace his transgressions. They are legion, half-baked fresh every day.
Which is why this transition looks like a takeover, looks like a takedown, smells like a breakdown.
So many people I know bid bitter goodbye to 2016, that it sucked, that it took with it too many of our most cherished celebrities.
Yes it did, but here comes 2017. The living are going to envy the dead.
at 8:10 AM