Guess we’re back to the Outrage Of The Week again.
Robert E. Lee’s last words were, “Strike the tent.”
This afternoon, the New York Times struck the tent on the Anti-Kavanaugh Circus by publishing a 14,000-word report on President Trump’s financial history.
It’s over because the New York Times wants to change subjects. Polls show Marxist Democrats are taking a pounding over this nomination in red states, which means they will lose Senate seats.
So the Times changed the subject with the story — “4 Ways Fred Trump Made Donald Trump and His Siblings Rich” — which it bills as a blockbuster but we all know it is a diversion.
Within an hour of posting the story online, it had 80,000 mentions on Twitter, mainly from liberal loyalists eager for another venue to vent their hate.
It is Kavanaugh Who? time for liberals.
The story could have been held. A story of that length consuming pages of newsprint belong in the Sunday newspaper, not in the middle of another busy week in the news.
My guess is the story was supposed to run this Sunday, but a panic-stricken New York Times was horrified to witness the evaporation of its dream of the Democratic Party taking over the Senate and leaving a Supreme Court vacancy open for a Democratic president in 2020.
The story about President Trump’s fortune is the Stormy Daniels of financial reporting.
The Times story said, “In Donald J. Trump’s version of how he got rich, he was the master dealmaker who parlayed an initial $1 million loan from his father into a $10 billion empire. It was his guts and gumption that overcame setbacks, and his father, Fred C. Trump, was simply a cheerleader. But an investigation by The New York Times shows that by age 3, Donald Trump was earning $200,000 a year in today’s dollars from his father’s empire. He was a millionaire by age 8. By the time he was 17, his father had given him part ownership of a 52-unit apartment building.”
Isn’t that how NYT’s Sulzberger family operated?
Well, you know the rule, Don: whatever they’re shrieking loudest about is the thing they’re guilty of themselves.
Update! Next up from the NYT smear factory:
Having failed to corroborate any allegations of rape against Supreme Court nominee Brett Kavanaugh, The New York Times is now preparing to smear him for organizing party planning and logistics more than 30 years ago. This comes on the heels of a blockbuster Times report alleging that Kavanaugh might have thrown ice at someone at some point in the 1980s.
The Times is calling around to classmates asking them about a letter Kavanaugh allegedly wrote to a classmate to organize a week at the beach during the 1980s, according to multiple sources. The letter notes the location on the Maryland shore where the classmates planned to stay, the estimated costs for each organizer, and items they should bring with them, such as “sheets, pillowcases, blankets, etc.”
The letter noted that a total of eight friends, including Kavanaugh, were “in charge” and that they would each get to have beds to sleep in at the designated rental property and a say in who else was invited. The tongue-in-cheek note, infused with inside jokes, said they should talk to neighbors of the property ahead of time and give them a heads up that a party would be hosted there and that alcohol and obnoxious students would be involved.
“P.S. It would probably be a good idea on Sat. the 18th to warn the neighbors that we’re loud, obnoxious drunks with prolific pukers among us,” the letter said. The note also joked that “the danger of eviction is great and that would suck because of the money and because this week has big potential.”
The letter also made note of their awkwardness with girls, whom the teenage boys very much hoped would join them at the party.
“I think we are unanimous that any girls we can beg to stay there are welcomed with open …” he wrote.
Ahh, but wait, there’s yet another damning revelation just out:
I first met Julie Setnick in 1993 at a Washington, D.C., bar near Wisconsin Circle. I was at a going-away party…
As I sat alone at the end of the bar, Julie approached me. She was alone, quite beautiful, well-dressed and no drink in hand. Consequently, my initial thought was that she might be a high-end call girl because at the tine I weighed 350 lbs so what would a girl like her want with me?
But, there was no conversation about exchanging sex for money so decided to talk with her for a few minutes. I had never been hit on in a bar before.
I didn’t leave with her that night, although we talked about getting together. Over the next couple of weeks we met at what I believed and still believe was Julie’s place. From the beginning Julie knew I was married and that I was having marital problems.
As we shared conversations, my lasting impression of Julie was that she was smart, fun, and funny. But she was also an opportunist. I felt she only had an interest in me because I was on television and well known.
During a conversation about our sexual preferences, things go derailed when Julie told me that she liked to have sex with more than one guy at a time. In fact sometimes several at one time. She wanted to know if that would be okay in our relationship.
I asked her if this was just a fantasy of hers. She responded that she first tried sex with multiple guys while in high school and still liked it from time-to time. She brought it up because she wanted to know if I would be interested in that.
So I think we can now say the reason she went back to those “rape train” parties TEN TIMES just became clear: she’s a cum-guzzling cockhound. Ace wraps that one up:
This story had been a bus crash.
Then it devolved into the crash of a bus filled with clowns.
Now it has entered a new phase: A bus full of circus clowns crashing into a school for blind children and even worse the clowns were doing their “Gasoline Comedy” act that day and now all the blind children are on fire and the clowns are trying to squirt water on them with their stupid lapel-flowers but the flowers are just squirting out more gas and the children are crying tears of fire out of their Unseeing Dead Eyes and holy shit a couple of the clowns look like they have boners and they’re chasing around the fiery blind children trying to rub up on them with these bobbling clown-boners with big red bulbs on their tips.
Pretty much. As I said Monday: at this point, it’s just becoming funny.