Big Red Car here in the ATX watching the phenomenon called The Donald.
It is getting a little stale but nobody has been able to bring the fellow down and a lot of folks have tried. He has provided his opponents with lots of ammunition and he has re-supplied them regularly.
Between now and the next debate, the herd is going to thin a bit.
Likely casualties? Rand, Lindsey, Gilmore, Perry, Huck, Pataki (already gone, right?), New Jersey Slim or Fats, Santorum, Jindal.
Still standing: Trump, Carson, Cruz, Bush (energy deficit sayeth TD), Carly, Rubio, Kasich.
Far ahead? The Donald
Wild card? Kasich
Biggest disappointment? Jeb Bush, the anointed one, the country club Republican guy, and the guy with the big war chest. [The first guy ever in the history of politics to be called a “low energy” guy.]
Hey, where is Walker? Huh?
Why Big Red Car, why?
The Big Red Car thinks he now knows why The Donald is being received so well.
Here it is — The Donald is NOT running for President. The Donald is running for Chief Operating Officer of the United States of America.
CEO of the United States.
Can the government run like a business? Should it?
The Big Red Car is not even willing to suggest that the government should run like a business, so don’t shoot the messenger but one thing is clear — the government is not very good at almost everything it touches or attempts to do. No big revelation, right?
Under capitalism, on the other hand, you can’t survive if you don’t please your customers and get their votes by having them buy your goods, services, products.
The Donald is keeping score with a different yardstick — success. The Donald is also, reportedly, a capitalist.
Case in point is the anecdote of Woolman Skating Rink. Read about it here. Click on it and read it.
The Donald is a guy who gets stuff done and he doesn’t care about PC (political correctness), the media (clowns), his Republic opponents (losers), his Democratic opponents (criminals). He cares about getting shit done.
Government, on the other hand, doesn’t care about getting shit done. It just wants to collect your taxes and pretend to redistribute them (something they also aren’t really good at doing) and spend it on stupid shit while running up a deficit that nobody even remembers about.
Why The Donald?
Let me be clear — the Big Red Car is not endorsing or, otherwise, publicly supporting The Donald. That day may come or it may not. Not the issue here today.
The Big Red Car is helping you find the truth and the truth may be — The Donald is not running for President of the United States. The Donald may be running for CEO of the United States.
As CEO, The Donald intends to make shit work. To make America great again.
Did you know? The Donald is also rich and doesn’t have to solicit donations and OPM (other people’s money) and is, therefore, not beholden to anybody. Ever.
Plus he’s rich and his current wife — all of his current and former wives — is hot. [And the current version has given The Donald a baby. You have to love a baby, right? What politician doesn’t like kissing a terrific baby? And the Trump baby? You know it’s terrific, right? Advantage Trump.]
Could be, no?
The Donald and State Dinners
The Donald said something very funny the other day — no more state dinners under a Trump regime. Read this article. The Chinese get a Big Mac, not even a freakin’ cheeseburger.
You think America doesn’t like that?
America is suffering. The White House is throwing lavish state dinners for people who hate us and The Donald says give those sons of bitches a freakin’ Big Mac.
You wonder why America loves this guy?
Here’s why — he’s going to make shit work, he wants to be the CEO so he can make shit work, he’s going to make America great again, he doesn’t take shit from anybody, he’s going to feed the Chinese Big Macs, he has his own built-in baby, he has a great wife (terrific wife), and what else?
Seems like I’m forgetting something?
Oh, yeah, he’s rich.
But, hey, I could be wrong, right? What the Hell do I really know anyway? I’m just a Big Red Car. Today, have your own state dinner. Take the family to McDonald’s and say, “I want to eat like a freakin’ head of state. Give me a Big Mac!”