Twitter pinned a warning label to one of President Donald Trump’s threatening tweets about the protests in Minneapolis, Minnesota early Friday morning that declared “when the looting starts, the shooting starts.”
John Rambo says, “my character was written as a person who was more a victim of violence than a proponent, who avoided conflict and only entered into it to save people he cared about. The movies are escapist entertainments, not meant as a guide to life in the real world. If you want to see the fictional character who most glorifies violence, look in the mirror, Captain Bone Spurs. Just keep a bag handy.”
Although I thought I was aware of Mr. Trump’s main character defects, until recently I hadn’t realized the degree of his paranoia. He really does seem to feel that he is under constant attack by an army of ruthless opponents out to destroy him. With the possible exception of George Wallace, he is the unhappiest major political figure I have ever seen.
Every single day I wake up to some new craziness because of him, but today, it’s been kicked up several notches. He’s a sick, sick man and he’s destroying everything around him and the country along with it. We can’t go on like this.
He needs to go. NOW!
Pretty much any day, Trump is capable of something that fills you with horror you hadn’t been able until then to imagine. It’s like that scene from Silence of the Lambs where the cops burst in after Hannibal Lecter has killed his guards. If you’ve seen it, you remember it. You hadn’t imagined how inconceivably sick he was until that moment. That’s Trump. He’s sicker than any normal person can easily grasp. We usually don’t let people like that walk around loose, and until now haven’t made them presidents.