October 21, 2016


At charity roast, Donald Trump delivered what might as well be a campaign eulogy (Jenna Johnson, October 21, 2016, Washington Post)

Over the next 15 minutes, Trump gave a speech that might as well have been a eulogy for his presidential campaign.

He joked about the size of his hands and the size of his rival Hillary Clinton's rally crowds, then compared himself to Jesus. He noted that the debate the night before -- which ended with him angrily ripping his notes -- has been called "the most vicious debate in the history of politics," prompting him to reflect: "Are we supposed to be proud of that?" He joked about prosecuting Clinton if he ever gets elected president, accused the media of working for her and brought up the FBI's investigation into Clinton's use of a private email server while secretary of state.

"Hillary is so corrupt, she got kicked off the Watergate Commission," Trump said, as the crowd turned on him and started to boo, something that simply doesn't happen at lavish charity dinners at the Waldorf Astoria hotel. The face of one the guests sitting on the stage behind him was suddenly struck with horror.

"Hillary believes that it's vital to deceive the people by having one public policy and a totally different policy in private," Trump said, as the booing intensified.

Trump would go on to accuse Clinton of "pretending not to hate Catholics" and mock the Clinton Foundation's work in Haiti. At one point, he wondered aloud if the crowd was booing him or Clinton, to which someone in the crowd answered: "You!"

Campaigning used to be fun for Trump. He used to bound onto rally stages bursting with energy and a bright-eyed sense of excitement that intensified as the crowd chanted his name and cheered his every word. He used to regularly schedule press conferences, call into news shows and chat with reporters, eager to spar with them. He used to say politically incorrect things and then watch his polling numbers increase. He used to be the winner.

Posted by at October 21, 2016 9:34 AM