Tuesday, March 29, 2016

Donald Trump, Eviscerated by His Own Communications Director

what eye thynk:  King Combover isn't going to be able to blame this on the liberal media.  I'm sure, however, he'll find a way to say this campaign insider was incompetent, a loser, not very good at her job, etc.  He'll probably get in a few digs about her looks too. (Every time he comments on someone's appearance, I cringe at the irony--with all his money, does the man not own a mirror?)

Unfortunately, this letter is probably a classic example of preaching to the choir.  The letter is too long for the normal Trump supporter's limited attention span, her words are too big, no hate bubbles up from the page, the Jerry Springeresque chances for violence that are necessary to appeal to Mr. Rich White Trash's mouth-breathing supporters are missing.  

Still, it's good reading and I salute her for giving it a try.  



One of Donald Trump's top campaign strategists, former communications director Stephanie Cegielski, has resigned from his campaign in protest of Trump's ridiculous statement that "only he can solve" the bombing in Pakistan (whatever that might mean).  She has penned a devastating open letter to his supporters, explaining to us why she originally supported Trump, and how his excess and dishonesty turned her against him.  She issues a stark warning to Trump supporters that the supposed "authenticity" of Trump is nothing but smoke and mirrors, a soap opera character--and that at the end of the day, Donald Trump only cares about himself.  A brutal denunciation of Trump as both a candidate and a person, it might be the most complete evisceration of the orange-haired rabble-rouser yet written...

...Trump's own advisers are becoming increasingly tired of his racist antics and his utter refusal to formulate any kind of substantial policy proposals.  They recognize that he is utterly unprepared for the presidency and has no desire to change that.

An Open Letter to Trump Voters from His Top Strategist-Turned-Defector 

Even Trump's most trusted advisors didn't expect him to fare this well.  Almost a year ago, recruited for my public relations and public policy expertise, I sat in Trump Tower being told that the goal was to get The Donald to poll in double digits and come in second in delegate count.  That was it.  The Trump camp would have been satisfied to see him polling at 12% and taking second place... His candidacy was a protest candidacy... 
...My support for Trump began probably like yours did... I was tired of the rhetoric in Washington... 
...I don't think even Trump thought he would get this far.  And I don't even know that he wanted to, which is perhaps the scariest prospect of all. 
This is an interesting point, one I brought up some time last Summer--that Trump was in it for the publicity and a few weeks of posing and having his ego stroked before moving on to more lucrative pursuits. It was a game to him.  He certainly impressed me as someone too lazy to be bothered with educating himself on policy or positions, someone too comfortable to be expected to think beyond his own easy sphere of gilded comforts.  And nothing he has done so far has proven me wrong.
He certainly was never prepared or equipped to go all the way to the White House, but his ego has now taken over the driver's seat, and nothing else matters.  The Donald does not fail.  The Donald does not have any weakness... 
...I'll say it again:  Trump never intended to be the candidate.  But his pride is too out of control to stop him now... 
...He doesn't want the White House.  He just wants to be able to say that he could have run the White House...
I truly believe that somewhere, buried deep behind those raccoon eyes is someone who will be relieved to lose the race.  

Being President of the United States is hard work, it's a 24/7 job; and that kind of dedication is the stuff of nightmares to a man like Trump.  But the prospect of being able to step up to a microphone and brag how he could have done better, greater, the best is a dream come true.  If you believe his addictive narcissism would force him to slink out of the spotlight in disgrace, you have only to look at Sarah Palin to see proof of your own delusion.  She had no qualifications to be Vice President and certainly has nothing intelligent to say, but she has fed off the notoriety of her failed campaign for nearly eight years now.  Put a camera in front of her and you can practically see her salivate at the prospect of 15 more minutes of fame.
The hard truth is:  Trump only cares about Trump.  And if you are one of the disaffected voters--one of the silent majority like me--who wanted a candidate who could be your voice, I want to speak directly to you as one of his biggest advocates and supporters. 
He is not that voice.  He is not your voice.  He is only Trump's voice.  Trump is about Trump.  Not one of his many wives.  Not one of his many "pieces of ass."... 
...The man does not know policy, nor does he have the humility to admit what he does not know--the most frightening position of all. 
I remember watching the second Trump debate and thinking: After this, he is going to have to start hammering it home on policy; the country needs substance to make an informed decision. 
I wished for it six months ago and am still waiting for it today... 
...Without intending to do so, I began to hear and evaluate him more critically and skeptically as a member of the voting public rather than a communications person charged with protecting his positions. 
I no longer felt that he was the leader the country was looking for, and I found myself longing--aching, really--for policy substance that went beyond building a wall and making Mexico pay for it.  What were once bold--although controversial--statements now seemed to be attempts to please the crowds, not direction to lead this country to a better place.  I began to realize his arrogance and isolation had taken over and were now controlling his message... 
...Trump is not our champion.  He would stab any one of his supporters in the back if it earned him a cent more in his pocket. 
Unfortunately, the more vitiolic Trump has become, the more the people responded to him.  That drove him to push the boundaries further and further.
Nowhere is this more evident than in his not-so-veiled calls for escalating violence at his rallies.  His followers are continually looking for the latest thing, the newest high; and this man who would be president doesn't have the maturity to stop giving it to them.  He's a school yard bully, so in thrall of the cheers and laughter from the blood-thirsty rabble around him, he is incapable of stopping.  He lives to make them cheer louder, to laugh more raucously.  He believes he is a hero.
 I also started seeing a trend of incompetence and deniability. 
When there was a tweet that contained an error, he would blame it on an intern; when there was a photo containing a World War II Nazi Germany background, he would blame it on an intern; when he answered questions in an overtly controversial fashion, he would claim that he did not properly hear the question.  He refused to take responsibility for his actions while frequently demanding apologies from others... 
...No matter how many times he repeats it, Trump would not be the "best" at being president, being in shape, fighting terrorism, selling steaks, and whatever other "best" claim he has made in the last 15 minutes. 
He would be the best at something, though.  He is the best at looking out for Donald Trump--at all costs. 
Don't let our country pay the price.
 You can read more from Mr. Taylor and Ms. Cegielski here.

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