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    • Maya Stiles Parsons Spier

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    • March 30, 2020 in Columnists

    Did you think Trump couldn’t get worse? Read on.

    You don’t necessarily need atomic bombs to destroy a nation. Politicians who value their pockets more than the life of citizens always do that every day.
    Israelmore Ayivor, Leaders’ Ladder

    And just when I am convinced that the orange pustule the Electoral College and corrupt Republican gerrymandering foisted on us in 2016 could not possibly get worse — lo! He does. Sunday, March 29, 2020, in the midst of the worst pandemic our country has seen since the 1918 influenza outbreak, with healthcare workers exhausted, devastated, grieving and dying themselves, he accuses these heroes of selling the masks, the supply of which is becoming rapidly exhausted. (MSN’s sharing of Huffpost UK’s article)

    Yeah, that’s right. The same medical people who can’t even stop for a moment to rest, who are now having to do life-or-death triage, somehow have made the time to go ‘out the back door’ and do a brisk trade in the masks they need so desperately.  The orange horror stood in the White House Rose Garden where so many real presidents have stood and said, as cited in the article above:

    For years [suppliers] have been delivering ten to twenty thousand masks. OK, it’s a New York hospital and it’s packed all the time but how do you go from ten to twenty thousand to 300,000?”

    “Something’s going on and you ought to look into it as reporters.

    Where are the masks going? Are they going out the back door? And we. have that in a lot of different places so somebody should probably look into that because I just don’t see from a practical standpoint how that’s possible.

    But he was not done. Oh no. The great tangerine ego puffed his bloated animated corpse up and proceeded to brag about his ratings. People are dying alone. Loved ones aren’t even always sure where the bodies are. We have already lost treasured people while still more are fighting for their lives, sometimes against impossible odds, in agony, drowning in their own fluids, and that mango monster Bragged. About. His. Ratings.  (Slate’s article about Trump’s ratings bragging)

    Here’s the tweet in all its fetid glory, from the Slate article cited above:

    My beloved readers, you’ve known me now long enough to realize that I rarely, if ever, run short of words, let alone am at a loss for them, but I find myself gasping and sputtering in fist-clenched rage.  And lest you think this isn’t personal — I’m a 64-year-old diabetic. I’m one of those people whose lives don’t mean even a fraction as much as that orange colostomy bag’s TV RATINGS.

    Now, I know I’m preaching to the choir here. That not one single person in Trump’s base will ever read a word of this. And if they did, they would snicker or target me for abuse or both. That if my friends share this and they have Trump supporter friends, there will be as many laughter emojis as there are angry or sad ones. If they still support this marvel of monstrosity, this bloated monument to reanimated decay, then trying to address them is precisely akin to the old saw about trying to teach a pig to sing. It won’t work, and it will just annoy the pig.

    I’m not sure his base even has the wit to be annoyed. More likely they’ll put on their Evangelical Mask of Piety and abjure me to be more charitable, to stop all this hate and divisiveness. Why, I even imagine them wiping away at their eyes as if a tear had actually emerged.

    But make no mistake. This cantaloupe contagion deliberately bungled the entire management of the COVID-19 pandemic in this country. From the moment he finally said something, considerably after he already knew, to putting people exposed in Wuhan, China on a plane with people who hadn’t been (to the horror of all on that plane), to leaving iPinion’s own COO, Carolyn Wyler and her darling husband, Ken, on a cruise ship, sealed off with exposed passengers and not bringing them to shore to be tested and helped because he didn’t want “his numbers skewed” (Trump liking the numbers where they are video), to making it clear that governors had better be able to show orange noses and lips if they want government help (The Intercept article about trading praise for supplies) — he has, as always, put himself, his gargantuan, narcissistic, sociopathic ego first and every single damned one of us last.

    I live in Washington State and here is a picture of our status as of March 29, 2020, from this site (Washington State Department of Health COVID-19 info page)

    We were the first epicenter, although New York has now far exceeded us (Google results for state COVID-19 numbers with New York listed first):

    So, you tell me — how many more innocents will die for this man’s unrestrained, untrammeled, unconscionable, utterly shameless narcissism and greed for power? Are you ready to be buried in a mass grave for him?

    Well? Are you? I hope to live to hear your answer.

      • Paige P

      • March 30, 2020 at 6:13 pm
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      You already know I fervently agree with you on this topic. I don’t want to die. I don’t want you to die. I don’t want anyone to die while this narcissistic dictator preens and struts in front to the camera and accuses the very people to whom we are most indebted of stealing medical equipment. I can hardly function right now because I know what’s ahead of us, and I’m angry and terrified.

        • Maya Stiles Parsons Spier

        • March 30, 2020 at 8:19 pm
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        I’m staying calm so far, although nobody who reads this column isn’t going to see just how furious I am. If I give in to the degree of lurking terror, I will go down and I simply can’t do that. I have grandkids — they do not need to see Nana falling apart I will fall apart about a year after this is over and the orange horror has begun his fading into oblivion.

      • Terri Connett

      • April 4, 2020 at 12:14 pm
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      His loyal followers will see nothing wrong with all the wrong he has done. They will focus on the fact their dear leader did not start the fire. And they will turn a blind eye to him throwing kerosene on it and shooting it with a blow torch. He. Needs. To. Go. And as always, Maya, you nailed the bastard to the cross!! I love your writing.

        • Maya Stiles Parsons Spier

        • April 4, 2020 at 8:42 pm
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        Thank you so much, beloved. I was and am utterly incensed. He thinks this is nothing? He should go volunteer in a COVID-19 hospital sans PPE equipment! I need to write a column remind people it’s an election year and we have ONE JOB… <3

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