Already famed #TDS (Trump Derangement Syndrome) sufferer Nolan Finley has begun his anti #winning campaign on behalf of all those who are sad that their #surrender days are over. Penning what is probably not the last of such chicken pecked screed, Finley suggests that maybe Donald Trump should just go home and play with his billions in 2020.
The guy has $3 billion, and what good is it doing him? He can’t jet set around the world anymore, and he’s no longer welcome at the chi-chi Manhattan soirees. No more languid summer days on yachts surrounded by half-naked super models he could squeeze without a single #metoo worry. Washington can’t be as much fun for a player like Trump as was Miami.
There are some of us who relish the frequent lefty head splodes and RINO suicide watch parties. The president appears to be even more enthralled with it all. I suspect there could be no more fun for the man who clearly loves God, loves his country, loves power, loves attention, and loves the game as much as The Donald.
But as always, Finley and company cannot grasp this. Call it a shallow pool of perspective, maybe a sheltered life, or just plain deficiency in pattern recognition, but clearly, he doesn’t yet get it. Finley continues with the nonsense:
If Trump announced today he won’t run for a second term, Republicans would have a shot at getting more of their agenda passed, and also of keeping the White House and their congressional majorities.
There would be no need for Democrats to continue destroying Trump. He’d be gone in two short years anyway. And Trump, no longer having to appease a rabid base, would have room for deal-making, which is what he says he loves.
Emboldened parts making me #SMH
I suspect Nolan secretly weeps in a corner at night. It must be incredibly devastating to find oneself so very, very wrong so often in a position where he is presumably a respected expert. To hold the mantel of chief editorializer, then crap the bed as often as this in a single column must be a terrible affliction indeed.
CS in his ‘heads up’ asks this question: “Can you believe it’s damn near four and a half years later, and the Finkley Decoder Page is still timely?”
And to think.. The clown has made it that whole 4 and a half years.
Comic relief I guess.