Monday, July 24, 2017
There are a lot of writers who'd be great on the subject of President Trump. Mencken. Balzac. Murry Kempton. Jimmy Breslin wrote about him pretty regularly, and here is a nice sampler. Every paragraph-- every sentence-- sings.
Trump, in the crinkling of an eye, senses better than anyone the insecurity of people, that nobody knows whether anything is good or bad until they are told, and he is quite willing to tell them immediately. His instinct appears to tell him that people crumble quickly at the first show of bravado, particularly members of the media, which is the plural of mediocre. Trump cannot be blamed for taking advantage of people who love to be victims of press agentry. He will tell the shoe-shine boys of the press that he plans to have his Eastern Airlines shuttle fly into space, and they will treat it as exciting news. As far as getting publicity whenever he wants it, Trump is the white Al Sharpton.
// posted by Bill @ 10:23 AM 
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