Dumb and dumber
When they stood together, they looked odd. Two woebegone men. Two men forced to band together to win an election they’ve already lost. Mike Johnson. Donald Trump. Johnson, an avid purity ball enthusiast and a self-proclaimed enemy of pornography, appeared to have little issues with posing for pictures beside a man who is about to go on trial for paying off a porn star.
If Hypocrisy had human form — make no mistake — it would be those two failures standing under hot camera lights. It’s a pity — for them — that they do not even know — they’ve already lost. Mike Johnson will not stay House Speaker. We will win back the House, but I doubt he will make it to November in his current position, which has become untenable.
Beneath Johnson’s soft-spoken and creepy exterior lie the remnants of failure, the brittle remains of yet another House Speaker who has bit the dust—and failed. And Donald Trump? We have a loser, a “man” who only represents Republicans by default, who bullied his way to the top, but the air at the top is not clean. On the contrary — it reeks.
As this man mugged for the cameras, I’ve no doubt what lurked in his mind was the clanging of prison doors. So yes, and then there were two. Johnson and Trump. They are doppelgangers, for they have much in common.
They are not real. They are earwigs, hiding in the shadows, trying to force indignation into their voices as they speak of Democrats,whispering dishonest nothings, looking pale and tired as they try to make the people love them, a task that did not land at all as their lying words turned promptly to dust.
