It would show how insightful I am
if I could claim much knowledge about the Al Smith dinner reported in the news;
I can’t though. I had to look up stuff. It’s remarkable that I can be sitting
here in a little two room domicile in a barn in Missouri and have immediate
access to all kinds of information. I now know that it’s an annual event for
Catholic charities for needy children that is hosted by the Archbishop of New
York.
It’s evidently a long standing
tradition for both Presidential candidates to attend. This is not an event
attended by the hoi polloi. (I love working that word in since I know how to
spell it now. It’s almost as much fun as just making up words. Almostly.) The
elite attend this event. People with money. Billionaires. Yes, more than one.
We’re talking fancy suits now. Rich people. Lots of ‘em. You couldn’t swing a
dead cat without hitting one.
Donald Trump managed to get booed
and cat-called at a charity event for bitty children. Several times. (I’ve watched
the video.) How do you do that? From the comments coming from attendees this
doesn’t happen often. This is a bigly deal evidently. Did he read the comments
he was going to give beforehand? What kind of joke writers did he use anyway?
He started off nice enough but then it’s like he fired all the joke writers
mid-speech and went with the script writers of “Plan 9 from outer space.” I
mean it was OMG painful to watch. Why couldn’t his mic fail when we needed it?
And we have the next day’s
headlines and we weren’t even done with the ones about him undermining our
republic. What next? What new headline will tomorrow bring? It’s exhilarating
yet enervating at the same time. Is he meeting with his 200 retired generals to
plan a Trump d’état in case he doesn’t win? I can hardly wait to see what the
morrow will bring!