“As the president fiddles, people are dying.”
– Speaker Nancy Pelosi
Coronavirus deaths in the United States to date: at least 3,500; 1,550 in New York.
A person is guilty of criminally negligent homicide when, with criminal negligence, he causes the death of another person.
New York State Penal Law, 125.10
Add negligent homicide – or laissez faire narcissistic mass murder – to the rap sheet of this gangster president.
He’s turned the United States of America into the North Korea of the Western world, where thousands needlessly die and the leader takes a bow.
“We’ve done a very good job” if there are 100,000 to 200,000 coronavirus deaths, he said the other day.
Forget the months of denial, inaction, incompetence and lies. Never mind the president extorting states desperate for medical supplies.
Need test kits? Kiss my ass.
Want masks and gowns? Kiss my ass.
Ventilators? Kiss my ass.
Here’s a question not asked at any of his screwball press briefings:
Since you’ve told at least 16,000 lies in office, why should anyone believe a word you say?
One thing we know is true: He doesn’t give a shit if people die, or how many. As long as it’s not him. Or Ivanka.
The guiding policy of this administration was written on the back of his pouty consort’s jacket a long time ago.
House Democrats cared when they impeached the president. Adam Schiff cared when he told the Senate trial that leaving Trump in office would be dangerous.
That was February 3rd :
- Two weeks after the first coronavirus case was reported in the United States.
- Three days after the WHO declared a global health emergency.
- Two days before Republican senators gleefully voted to acquit their lunatic leader.
In 2020 America, Mr. Smith goes to Washington, falls to his knees, gives the president a blowjob, and wins a full term in the Senate.
For three years, two months and eleven days now, we’ve been waiting for someone to step up and smack down the mad king.
For three years, two months and eleven days, Trump has been getting away with murder and nobody’s laid a glove on him.
Joe Biden had the right idea when he said, “If we were in high school I’d take him behind the gym and beat the hell out of him.”
Where are Marty McFly and the DeLorean when we really need them?
Nancy Pelosi may be the only one who has faced down the bully boy.
We don’t know what she said, pointing a scolding finger at Trump in the Cabinet Room last fall. Can only imagine.
Lately, New York Governor Andrew Cuomo has provided the best counter-programming to the Dr. Death – Let them eat chloroquine – show.
But, Cuomo, like all others, has to schmooze and manipulate the monster so it doesn’t turn on him. He must be sick of playing the game in order to save lives.
Wouldn’t it be inspiring if, instead of setting up a makeshift morgue outside Bellevue – where the psycho baby from Queens should have been confined a long time ago – Cuomo started shipping bodies to 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue? Let the White House store the corpses in Melania’s new tennis pavilion.
And, while he’s at it, Cuomo could send a couple of state troopers along to slap an arrest warrant on Dr. Death and haul his fat ass off to Rikers.
Recently, I was talking to a friend hunkered down in Manhattan. She was bemoaning the absence of karma in this time of crisis. “Just look at him – grossly overweight, eats junk, doesn’t exercise. Why hasn’t he had a heart attack?”
Alternatively, perhaps someday soon, like a miracle, he’ll disappear.
Or, more likely, be re-elected.
His approval rating has been rising along with the COVID-19 body count.
Are some Americans heartened that the plague is hottest on the coasts? Maybe killing off elitists, atheists and Jews.
Or are poll respondents afraid to say he’s doing a lousy job, lest he’s listening.
Upsetting a psychopath, or sociopath, or homicidal maniac – whatever the hell he is – can be hazardous to your health.
What if, as projected, more Americans die of this virus than were killed in Vietnam and all the wars since?
Will the court of public opinion still give him a pass?
That’s why he belongs in a New York criminal court, where pleading insanity or ignorance or incompetence won’t cut it.