The Schloss-Blog thinks Donald Trump has made it clear: he has a death wish.
How come? He said so himself, maybe not in so many words, but he said so himself: in explaining his luxury catering cart transfer from AF-1 to a military plane, he said, "I think actually the plane that I flew on was at greater risk."
Huh?
If that's the case, Donald, then why transfer, even if by luxury coach, even if, by you own words, you were safer on Air Force 1?
According to Trump, in his convoluted reasoning, the plane he was transferred to was the more likely target.
In his own words, his advisers, both Secret Service and miliary, supposed that the Iranians would've thought "..that would be the plane I think that we -- that they would be more likely to go for."
Huh?
So, the Secret Service and the military, which advised you to make the catering-cart transfer, had you move to a plane that was a more likely target? That, although you're the president they are sworn to protect? Even though they were transferring you to a plane that was in greater jeopardy? Even though the party you left behind on AF-1 was, subsequently, a lot safer than you were?
Trump definitely has a death wish.
Just like the shooting in western Pennsylvania, the one from which he emerged from a pile of Secret Service agents to shake a fist at the world, even if that left him as a clear target in an area that had not been totally secured yet.
Staged. Oh yes it was, staged.
If that bullet truly grazed his ear, he would have a scar now that would last forever. But he doesn't. Instead, the shooter is dead and the bullet that went by Trump's ear killed an innocent person in the audience. Almost one-third of Americans believe the attempt was staged.
Trump has a death wish.
Don't want to see an American President assassinated, but one of these days, one of these attempts just might succeed, especially the way the Secret Service dispenses advice.
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I guess you never know how difficult it is to be faced with someone close to you on 24/7 watch in a psych ward until you go visit that person in the hospital.
At the same time, on something completely detached from that, you're dealing with a trusted friend who suddenly decided to become your mortal enemy, for a variety of reasons you don't even comprehend.
You don't harbor any such feelings toward that person. Just confusion over the origination of the abyss between the two of you.
Meanwhile, the person so close to you in that psych ward has left a searing impression on you that you'll never erase.
Life goes on. You deal with it.
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Has anyone noticed that the filthy-rich Dodgers ... suck?
Since July 1, the team that spent whatever it took to acquire one of baseball's best pitchers at the trade deadline has a record of 18-19, and just 13-13 since the All-Star break.
And yet, still has a comfortable lead in the NL West.
Maybe all their riches and fat payroll, which are meaningless, in all likelihood, to the owners, is why the rest of baseball rises up to play against the Dodgers, to give them Hell and let their play show the resentment they have toward the team that can spend recklessly and not feel any burden.
I grew up a Dodger fan in Brooklyn. but if you ask me, even though they truly suck, I'll say, "Let's go Mets."
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