Apparently Sweden is colluding with the national media in what can only have become a global conspiracy to avoid reporting acts of terrorism.
Who can forget the carnage of Bowling Green?
And we’re it not for dear leader this country and the world would have remained unaware of these terrorist events.
Sweden is another hot bed of fake news, and the man who set the tone throughout his entire life can now complain about the tone in Sweden’s denial.
But maybe what we should do is sit back, give the man a chance, and forgo the obvious that if Trump’s lips are moving he’s either telling outright lies or heaping praise upon himself……. very high energy, very presidential.
Trump attempted to extract his hoof from his mouth by saying he “misunderstood” a report on Fox News – Fox News? Now there’s a reliable source if you’re looking for fake news.
Hopefully someone among his genius advisors explained to him that if such had occurred he would have received an intel briefing …………. oh yeah, I forgot, Trump says he has a good brain and knows more than the intel community does.
“What a maroon” as Bugs Bunny was given to say about Elmer Fudd.
It always has to be about Trump doesn’t it?
In the wake of the shootings at Orlando Trump sees it as another opportunity to heap praise upon himself:
“Appreciate the congrats for being right on radical Islamic terrorism,” the presumptive GOP presidential nominee wrote on Twitter.
“I don’t want congrats,” he added. “I want toughness & vigilance. We must be smart!”
If it’s about being smart Trump by his every word and deed disqualifies himself from the presidency – all that’s left now is for Trump to call the media under the name of John Miller or John Baron and speak glowingly of himself as he has in the past.
It must be a little confusing for the Trumpites not knowing whether to call themselves a Trumpite, Millerite, or Baronite …… but then they’re a generally confused lot to begin with.
Trump, what a “maroon”.
I don’t profess to know all there is about the natural world, and often enough surprised by some encounter – like the bunny in the photo.
We were out hiking around with the hounds a while back and ran across this young rabbit.
He exhibited no fear at all, even with the hounds in proximity who are well behaved and normally take their cue from whoevers company they’re in.
They enjoy nothing better than chasing rabbits, but maybe sensed this was a little one and were content to maintain a distance of a few feet and merely observe.
This went on for several moments before he casually hopped off into the grass and brush, never really left just got into a some cover and continued to watch us.
Maybe we were the first people he had seen and was curious, hopefully he knew something about raptors as there are more than few in the area.
I knew a woman once who had a pet rabbit, a domestic breed, trained to a littler box, if she drummed her fingers on a table or hard surface he’d come running much the same as if you whistled for a dog.
Funny to watch, sometimes he would jump up for no apparent reason twist and run round and then come to be petted, and of course his name was Bugs.
I always kind of thought that was an appropriate name as he acted a little buggy to my way of thinking. Or least not like any rabbit I had ever seen, but I can truthfully say I met Bugs Bunny.