But Do You want Them?

Despite what the stylized rendition of The Donald’s hair seems to represent, this poster is neither selling cotton candy nor alpaca fiber woven rugs. No, this poster, portraying Trump as a kind of billionaire Uncle Sam (Uncle Semoleons?) is recruiting (see?) donors with the promise of being entered in a drawing to have a meal with the former governor of Massachusetts and the reality-show real estate mogul.

That’s a bargain, depending upon your threshold for awkwardness and/or sense of humor. Me, I’m a lefty blogger and I presume drinks are paid for, so I might even be a little curious to see what the chemistry is really like between those two wild and crazy guys. Maybe I’d try to engage on what they really think about competition economically with China or the limitations of a truly free market, but I think we all know what the real Trump card is, and why it’s kind of weird Romney is willing to play it this close to his actual physical, pretending-to-be-moderate-enough-to-win-a-general-election chest.

It’s the Birther card, natch. And as Patrick McKinnion’s heroic “Dispatches from Birtherstan” regularly shows, there lies some outstanding stupid and crazy.  Let’s just say, if I were Mitt, and trying to look not-stupid, I wouldn’t necessarily want to enjoy a candlelight supper with riparian entertainments with a guy who still straight-up thinks Obama was born in Kenya, even after Obama released the long-form birth certificate and actually laughed right at Trump like a boss. (Yeah, Romney joke in there, too. Because, you know. Inevitable Mitt.)

Was it just last week I was talking about how weak the literary agent/Kenya mishap was? Well here’s how weak it really is—Trump believes it.  Or wants to believe it. Or claims he believes it. Here’s The Donald:

“Look, it’s very simple,” said Trump, who has spent the past 13 months questioning Obama’s constitutional eligibility to occupy the White House (and only doubled down with his stubborn skepticism after Obama produced a long-form birth certificate, certifying he was born on Aug. 4, 1961, in Hawaii, and then hilariously roasted him at the 2011 White House Correspondents Dinner. “A book publisher came out three days ago and said that in his written synopsis of his book,” Trump went on, “he said he was born in Kenya and raised in Indonesia. His mother never spent a day in the hospital.”

Actually, Obama’s literary agency at the time, two decades ago, published a recently discovered catalogue of clients and their projects that included erroneous information about Obama and a prospective book about race that he ended up not writing. An agency assistant back then, Miriam Goderich, said last week that she was mistaken when she wrote that Obama was born in Kenya.

But Trump isn’t buying it.

“That’s what he told the literary agent,” Trump insisted. “That’s the way life works… He didn’t know he was running for president, so he told the truth. The literary agent wrote down what he said… He said he was born in Kenya and raised in Indonesia… Now they’re saying it was a mistake. Just like his Kenyan grandmother said he was born in Kenya, and she pointed down the road to the hospital, and after people started screaming at her she said, ‘Oh, I mean Hawaii.’ Give me a break.”

So…we’ve found one person who totally buys it is a valid Birther argument? Sweet. So wouldn’t anyone love to see if they could get Romney to refute that bullshit to Trump’s face?  Not off to the side. Not while Trump goes to the can. Right to his face.

Now, I could never bring myself to throw three dollars away on the Romney campaign (I could just about bring myself to change it for quarters to throw at Newt Gingrich’s visible-from-orbit head).  But I’d sure like to be there when the moment comes that Romney has to disavow the Birther shit for good. Because our man Trump looks pretty committed.  And Mitt sometimes fails at Courageous Truth-Telling 101.

And of course, until Trump can produce the plane ticket, he can feel free to masticate un sac du offals reproductifs avec Grey Poupon for all I care.

 

Posted by Vixen Strangely on 05/25/12 at 10:26 PM • Permalink

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I find it difficult to believe that this meeting hasn’t been set up in order for Romney to denounce Birtherism and demonstrate his awesome leadership skills.

@ Bob Stanley: His “awesomeness is already on it . . .

A top Mitt Romney campaign adviser on Friday disavowed conspiracy theories pushed by Donald Trump, one of Romney’s most high-profile supporters. The adviser said the campaign could not be held responsible for everything that Romney supporters say.

“The adviser said the campaign could not be held responsible for everything that Romney supporters say. “

However, but the Obama campaign can, and should, be held responsible for everything an Obama supporter says.

I’m surprised that advisors haven’t said that
the campaign could not be held responsible for everything that Romney says.”

I’m sure they’ve been tempted to . . .

I wouldn’t necessarily want to enjoy a candlelight supper with riparian entertainments… Is that you, Hyacinth?

Nanute, you’ve caught me out—to my mind, Mitt’s dinner with Trump is definitely not “Keeping up Appearances”.

They won’t be using the Royal Doulton with hand painted periwinkles, I’m sure. Your comeback, in my best Anslow: NICE!

Do donors get to ask The Donald why he insists upon wearing the contents of his shower’s drain trap on his head?

Left Coast Tom, I don’t think direct questions like that are recommended, but if you’re in the highest circle of donors, you get to shake hands with one of the tiny-fingered tribe of follicle-wranglers who weave his combover kippah each day. It’s quite an honor—there’s a lot of stress and turnover associated with the job and I’m assured they are all rather saintlike in their persons, but down-to-earth. No ego, you might say.  Actually, they are de-egoed through a secret patented process that might be coming to a workplace near all of us. I worry about that, sometimes.

The thing is that the tribble mobility scooter isn’t the only birther connection with Romney.

Remember Arizona’s Secretary of State and his “Hawaii had better show me that Boy’s papers” stunt??    He’s a Romney co-chair in Arizona.

Yes, Romney’s Arizona co-chair was looking for ways to take President Obama off that state’s ballot.

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