Further into the muck with Mr. Trump

“Three months from the presidential election, and one day after his running mate promised ‘specific policy proposals for how we rebuild this country at home and abroad,’ Americans find themselves asking whether Donald Trump has called for the assassination of Hillary Clinton,” as the New York Times is reporting in an editorial.

“On Tuesday at a rally in North Carolina, Mr. Trump falsely charged, as he has before, that ‘Hillary wants to abolish, essentially abolish, the Second Amendment.’ Then he added: ‘If she gets to pick her judges, nothing you can do, folks. Although the Second Amendment people, maybe there is, I don’t know.’

“Directly behind him, a supporter’s jaw dropped. Afterward, Mr. Trump’s campaign issued an utterly mystifying statement about the ‘power of unification,’ suggesting that Mr. Trump was referring to the political power of Second Amendment supporters, and was not advocating violence. The National Rifle Association, which has endorsed Mr. Trump, concurred with his statement on Supreme Court justices and did not specifically address the rest of his remarks.

“Was it a threat? Mr. Trump’s campaign has been marked by extraordinarily combative rhetoric. At another rally, he said he would like to punch a protester in the face and see him leave ‘on a stretcher.’ His supporters have shouted ‘kill her’ when he mentions Mrs. Clinton. The Republican convention heard cries of ‘lock her up.’ A New Hampshire delegate, Al Baldasaro, called for Mrs. Clinton to ‘be put in the firing line and shot for treason.’

“That comment wound up on the Secret Service’s radar. Mr. Trump’s comment should as well.”

The rest of the article is here.

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Jeff Pelline is a veteran editor and award-winning journalist - in print and online. He is publisher of Sierra FoodWineArt magazine and its website SierraCulture.com. Jeff covered business and technology for The San Francisco Chronicle for years, was a founding editor and Editor of CNET News, and was Editor of The Union, a 145-year-old newspaper in Grass Valley. Jeff has a bachelor's degree from UC Berkeley and a master's from Northwestern University. His hobbies include sailing and trout fishing.
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5 Responses to Further into the muck with Mr. Trump

  1. Wanda says:

    The bar for political discourse has been falling since Reagan described welfare mom’s driving pink Cadillac convertibles.
    8 years ago Mitch McConnell announced that Republicans would not work with President Obama. When Americans accept negative descriptions of themselves and vote for a congress to ignore them then they have lowered the bar for what is acceptable to them. The vitriol adopted by the right has resulted in broken relationships from friends and family to national security. With the bar this low and appearing to go lower I’m deeply concerned were headed for civil war.

    • Ed Peritz says:

      While it still seems a remote possibility, the chance of America’s current ‘Cold War’ between the unholier-than-thou Nixon/Reagan/Bushites — definitely right deviationists in a no nothing way– and the often holier-than-thou politically speechifing correct progressives, the rhetoric thrown at each side seems qualified to represent a “Hot War.’ Before any lead flies, all must realize which side has the most guns and usually has blood on their hands, fresh or dried, though it be from a four legged creature, innocently drinking from a pristine babbling brook.

      I first fired a rifle when about aged six and received a rifle and a shot gun by age nine. Then scouts– a fitting preliminary to enlisting in the Marines — and 13 months firing a bigger gun, an 81 mm mortar, not here in the U.S., that would be murder, wouldn’t it?, but in Vietnam. No murder there, we all were just showing are love for the Grand Ole Republic.

      Trump may not have caused foes to bleed, his suits are too nice for that, but as I mentioned months ago, he’s got to be connected cuz he’s got a New York state of Mind. Recall the $2.50 surcharge on every cubic yard of concrete poured in New York Concretaville, paid under the table in social clubs from Little Italy across the breath of Brooklyn. I may be wrong, but I was made a Godfather three times when living in New York. I’m a Gumba; sort of.

      Wanda hit the sad truth on the head; politics since Nixon/Reagan’s time has caused the break-up of some close friendships. I’m always amazed how individuals who have not a single book in their house and never gave a hoot about politics, history or any knowledge gained without grease under the finger nails blossom into know-it-all-republicans once they pass the 50K earnings mark, per annum. Or, some hit the $600,000K indebtedness milestone, which counts whether in public or private or corporate service.

      Well, “it’s all the best of all possible worlds,” I suppose. Grin and bare it and salute the general though blood be pouring down your face.

      Shucks, it’ll all be OK. As we used to say in Nam, “It don’t mean no………….thing.”

  2. Ed Peritz says:

    Oh, something slipped my mind. I kinda understood Reagan’s telescopic view of welfare bequeath-ees. His distance from the people of which he spoke was a long way, at least as far as his ranch is from the La Brea tar pits. But his delusions and his acolytes illusions were and are equally clogged by thick, icky, buckets of tar.

    I say the first part of the above only because of my recollection of summer’s in New York, working in the part of town that is now demolished, but in the late sixties was a row of slums on one side of the street, and a few stores mixed in with boarded over plate glass one-time-stores on the other. Outside the decrepit cold water flat apartment house, directly across from the four story fabric store in which I worked, along with several other soon to-be-Marines, Big Mama would be sitting in her lawn chair set upon the sidewalk of concrete, sipping iced tea and holding court over assorted courtiers, themselves sitting or standing but all just killing time. On our side of the street was parked her white, in and out, used Cadillac with parking tickets flowing from the dash to the floor mats. She too was a welfare Queen. I wonder if Reagan ever met Big Mama. I think I might have sold some gabardine to Nancy, only a bland colored remnant, already out of style. But Nancy wasn’t one of the housewives from Greenwich or New Canaan or Rye who would come to lowly Port Chester to shop for cloth and we boys did not have to walk to their cars, like body guards do. In fact we were bodyguards, protecting the rich ladies from the po’ folk. I guess because I used to walk down that block on Friday nights, headed for the corner to just hang with white poor guys and Doc Holliday, a black kid whose real name I never learned.

    But Big Mama was real, larger than life and living the life in her little pond.

  3. Peter Van Zant says:

    As I have said, and the talking heads are starting to understand: While the discussion over what Trump said, and or meant, goes on…my worry is what the deranged nut-case with an AR-15 ‘heard’. Any public official and office seeker should choose their words carefully. We have had too many tragedies driven by fringe shooters driven by bias and mental problems.

  4. jeffpelline says:

    Nixon’s “Checker’s” speech in ’52 forever changed the role of television (and “sound bites”) in shaping our political dialogue. Sadly, Trump’s experience in reality TV prepared him well for American political discourse.

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