Merry Politicized Christmas
Can the Trump Christmas ornament save America?
Whenever I’m feeling cheerless and alone in this world, I always look forward to the 10 or 12 emails I receive per day from the Trump administration to keep me company. It’s like a message in a bottle. A letter from another time. “But it hasn’t been the Trump ‘administration’ since January,” you say. Shhhhh! Please don’t tell Mr. Trump that – he still thinks he’s president. And I don’t wish to fill his Christmas stocking with coal. Not that coal isn’t an amazing, fantastic fossil fuel. A tremendous fossil fuel, really.
It’s unclear - unless I read the fine print - where the emails come from, since there are so many incoming from Trumpy sources, PACs, and shell accounts presumably run by room-temperature-IQ relatives and sticky-fingered hangers-on. It might be an official statement from the (exiled) POTUS himself. I just counted, and I’ve received literally 17 of those since December 1. After that hippie beardo Jack Dorsey removed him from Twitter (which was like cutting Samson’s hair, the source of Trump’s strength), and after Trump’s post-presidential and short-lived blog sputtered to a halt (with no invitation forthcoming to join Glenn Greenwald’s Substack as a paid contributor), Trump took to “tweeting” via email. And I am a recipient. Every day. Seemingly all day. I’m a sentimentalist by nature, but it’s hard to miss a guy who never leaves.