Trump's favorite candidate gets her shot
Nick Anderson is a Pulitzer Prize-winning editorial cartoonist.
Nick Anderson is a Pulitzer Prize-winning editorial cartoonist.
“Hey, can't you see?
I'm terrific at everything!
No star shines so bright as me—Rosie!
Believe me!”
--- “Really Rosie,” Carole King
I feel sorry for anyone who wasn’t around in the '90s to witness the pure joy that was The Rosie O’Donnell Show.
The daytime talk show premiered in 1996 and ran until 2002, a time long before social media, and was an instant smash. Rosie’s unabashed fandom for her guests was a breath of fresh air, and her true joy in giving away free stuff to her audience instantly earned her the title “The Queen of Nice.” Her desk was covered with toys, she often shot Koosh balls into the audience, and her favorite nickname for everyone she loved was, and still is, “Cutie Patootie.”
Fully filterless, she shared everything from her life in her pre-interview chats with bandleader John McD (shout out to the DLT’s!), from which Broadway show she’d just seen, to her obsessions with Barbra Streisand, Elton John, and Tom Cruise, to documenting the growth, and eventually beading, of a very long chin hair.
Her “Queen of Nice” moniker began to fade towards the end of her show’s run, as she bravely came out as a lesbian and started telling more truths about the people she knew, stories that weren’t as exuberant and fun as in the earlier years of the show. But people should’ve had an inkling of who Rosie really was in May of 1999, barely a month after the tragic Columbine school shooting, when she challenged gun-loving Tom Selleck on his NRA membership instead of letting him promote his new project.
Four years after her show went off the air, Rosie joined the panel on The View, and that’s when her legendary 20-year feud with Donald Trump first began.
There are no lies detected anywhere in this 2006 clip, including her spot-on impression of Trump.
Some of you may not be old enough to remember, but 20 years ago, Trump was rightfully the butt of everyone’s jokes. His persona at the time was of a louche, chauvinistic playboy who was encouraged to say the grossest possible things about women. Rosie nailed everything that made Trump anathema to decent people, and he couldn’t handle the truth because he’s always been a thin-skinned, short-fingered vulgarian.
Trump can’t stand it any when women reject him or call him out on his behavior, even when it’s a woman he doesn’t find attractive. But his vulgar, body-shaming attacks on Rosie went far beyond anything she’s ever said about him, and even when she wasn’t talking about him, he’d find ways to assail her in the press. And once he had a Twitter account, he got even worse, with increased juvenile name-calling (“a nasty, disgusting pig” was a favorite. Projection language much, Donny?) along with shaming her for her sexuality.
Confident men let things roll off of them. Trump just overcompensates, and it shows in everything he says and does.
Trump’s odd obsession with Rosie goes beyond being reactive, and he would often go after her unprovoked at the weirdest of times. People forget that he brought her up during a presidential debate in September 2016 against Hillary Clinton, and bragged about bullying her: “Rosie O’Donnell, I said very tough things to her and I think everyone would agree that she deserves it and nobody feels sorry for her.”
When Rosie announced last year that she was moving to Ireland with her youngest child, Trump seemed to take it personally.
Yeah, that whole “every accusation is a confession” thing is glaringly obvious, because there’s never been a threat to humanity quite like Donald Trump. Aside from not having the power to revoke her citizenship, he posted this because he never emotionally matured beyond fourth grade.
That’s your guy, MAGA. He’s all yours.
Thankfully, Rosie was coaxed back to America, and to the talk show format she revolutionized, this past week when she guest-hosted on Jimmy Kimmel Live. She kicked off the week with oblique references to Trump, knowing he’d be watching. But more importantly, she brought back warmth and joy at a time when there’s very little of either going around.
GenX was in full nostalgia mode all week long, with demands all over social for Rosie to come back to our airwaves, perhaps on an endless loop as the ultimate comfort zone during our current garbage fire.
All the classic Rosie show vibes were there, from the toys on the desk to the fun giveaways to the exuberance she showed for every single guest. I smiled for the entire segment she did with Hannah Waddingham, fangirling over how they were fangirling over each other.
Rosie shared delightful stories about her new life in Ireland with her non-binary, autistic teenager, Clay, and used the moment to talk about how she’s still working on using their proper pronouns.
She could’ve talked about anything, but because she’s Rosie, she told the world about hitting on her pharmacist, Joan, who turned out to be married…to a man. Rosie later encountered the couple in the local pub, and when Joan introduced Rosie to her husband, he said, “She’s not a lesbian, Rosie, she’s just got short hair.”
Does anyone remember laughter? We had a full week of it, even as she kept poking at her not-very-presidential nemesis.
Rosie wrapped up her all-too-brief residency with an old Irish folk song, updated and dedicated to the empty head in which she lives rent-free.
"We know you'll never be Obama. Resign and make this country great again."
We are all Shawn Hatosy right now, Rosie.
REALLY.
"Summer time."
Few phrases bring out the kid in all of us quite like it — no school, shorts and flip-flops, languidly lounging around lakes, novels so bad you can't put them down, flowers, vacation, vacation, vacation — all perhaps owing to why this time of year remains so special to so many.
For a man like Donald Trump, having a second presidential victory behind him, the entire GOP and a particular blonde in total subservience to him, billions in his bank account, the World Cup, the 250th, all the attention he can eat, and all the golf he can cheat in, this summer should be hot in a great way, the hottest summer ever, polls be damned.
And yet, no. This season has been a wind-whipped scorching presidential wildfire, burning through the last forested patches of goodwill, still not contained, fall still weeks ahead: a war he can't tweet away (Lord knows, he's tried), rising gas prices, rising all prices, dreadful data centers, failing electoral expectations, and, of particular note here, he's bug-bitten by scandals that itch red even through orange powder. Scandals that don't come close to rising to the level of Epstein and corruption have drawn disproportionate attention, and require more questions.
He should really appreciate that everyone moneyed and important enough to be on vacation is indeed so taken and unavailable to inquire about some of the weird stuff, questions that will sweat through his Sears suit. Unfortunately, our list here and now doesn't even involve matters of war and peace, prosperity versus poverty, or even those never-to-be-sufficiently-damned data centers. No, for now, we start with catering containers.
No, no one should care that the Secret Service pulled a serviceably secret trick in getting Trump safely out of Ankara in July — that's their job. We will even avoid some of the more troubling and legitimate ethical questions about using press members as decoys for possibly threatening Iranian missiles.
Instead, let's be the first to ask how it was that the President of the United States waved goodbye to all his close friends in NATO, walked the width of Air Force One straight into a catering cart, a cart large enough to hide six or seven people and, indeed, took a handful of people, and yet managed to leave the United States Secretary of State (Marco Rubio) and Treasury Secretary (Scott Bessent) back on the plane along with horrific Deputy Chief of Staff Stephen Miller, the equally horrific and foul-mouthed Communications Director Steven Cheung, and Michael Needham a Deputy National Security Director.
Fine, one supposes. They work for the president and must live with his decision.
But again, the container had room for officials in our Continuity of Government or "COG" plan, and instead, Trump picked Walt Nauta, Oval Office Chief (a new nebulous position), Dan Scavino (Deputy Chief of Staff, an old position), and Natalie Harp, aide (perhaps the oldest position). The White House also acknowledges a couple other lower-level personnel went. We can be sure one was the mil-aide, or the military staff person carrying the nuclear weapon football, and one other military-spook-body guard-type. The last two make sense; nothing else does.
Why?
Pretend this is a normal White House. Sit back and just consider the ramifications if the Iranians successfully downed the legacy Air Force One and the international chaos that would ensue. Four of the people the country would most need would be the Secretary of State, the Treasury Secretary, the Deputy National Security Advisor, and the White House Communications Director. With this White House, they would not have been available. Yet the ones close and friendly to Trump, would be.
Clearly, Donald Trump picked out who accompanied him on the hidden diversion. Just as clearly, it seems as though he picked out the people most loyal to him, country be damned. He picked those who do him the most favors, may know the most secrets, over those whom the country might need amidst a disaster. (Again, pretend this White House worked as others.)
We had some fun, but it's a very serious question that far too few are asking; perhaps many who otherwise would be asking are leisurely languishing on the beach or watching daughters run through the water spouts at the park.
Similar questions should be bandied about regarding this ballroom that we've all been banished into building. Yes, yes — indeed, Donald Trump has always loved opulence to a humiliating degree, loves being the center of attention amidst a large group, the type that pays $100,000 for dinner (and we may have just answered our own question), even loves being the mix-master, cranking out the hits, from Macho Man, to ICE ICE Baby, to James Brown “It’s a Man’s Man’s Man’s World,” all the way to REM "Losing My Religion," ironic since his administrations have either drawn people closer to God or sent them running away.
But even given his famous self-pampering and obsession with luxury, our famously ADHD president can't concentrate on anything quite like he has with this ballroom — more than the plane, more than the patio, more even than golf... maybe. It is almost like his life depends on a ballroom that cannot possibly be completed with more than six months remaining in his term. But it's like the nation has taken a collective breath, noted, "it's Trump being Trump" and turned to take in the tide at sunset.
And that's unacceptable. It would be unacceptable even if Trump had not tweeted pictures of the ballroom essentially functioning as command and control of an entire army and air force. He says it's needed for protection and yet regularly golfs at clubs open to anything that flies, has the world's most sophisticated protection available already installed in the White House and stays at Mar-a-Lago, open to the sea.
Command and control of the military complex that is the legacy White House would be more critical were it not for the Pentagon, literally across the river, functioning both as the world's biggest office building and command and control of the entire U.S. military. Moreover, we all know there is a breathlessly complex set of deep tunnels leading in all directions except up beneath Washington, DC, a complex specifically designed to protect the president and top staff from nuclear war. (And you're naive if you don't think there's a tunnel directly from the Pentagon to the White House.)
And yet we're told we need an impenetrable ballroom battened down with even greater protection and functioning almost as its own military base? Why? And why does he even care? By the time it's built, he would likely only have six months left on his term, and it's not like him to care at all about... other presidents. Guesses as to the answer to that question are among the most disturbing ever considered by our press corps. It almost looks designed to prevent Americans from getting him out while staying in place, rather than him scurrying out somewhere else. We need answers. After all, we're buying it.
Last, we have a situation inescapably developing before our eyes, one an eight-year-old could note, begging for a direct question and follow-ups: Why is Trump appearing to fall asleep more regularly and more deeply at midday White House events?
Yes, we see and hear about tweets at 1:30 a.m., often offered as purported evidence of Trump's fitness and energy, and yes, a president should be awake, sober, and capable at any hour, but that includes mid-afternoon!
Most of us are sleepy right after lunch, but most of us are not president, and if it's that big an issue, most of us wouldn't have the run of the White House pharmacy at all hours and an ability to scream at a doctor, "I need something to stay awake!" This obvious issue also occurs concurrent with more frequent "physicals" at Walter Reed Medical Center, up from once a year to twice, along with those basic cognitive exams he continues to take.
Reporters have asked plenty of questions about the bruised hands, the cognitive tests, the physicals, but it looks like they fear their own egos might get bruised if they simply ask, "Why's he asleep so much? Dreaming of money?" Lord knows Biden sure got lit (Jake Tapper) for similar issues.
No there should not be an age cutoff for president, especially as modern medicine keeps all of us healthier, living better and longer.
Donald Trump knew what he was getting into as president, he knew he was old, he made a campaign issue out of "sleepy Joe" (who had cancer!) and here we are, without a reporter to directly ask: "The president appears to be falling asleep in meetings, it appears to be happening more often. Why?"
If it's an automatically redacted press pass, have an excited intern ask on their last day — plenty would likely volunteer. And yet in scouring the net, one cannot come up with a single example as to why the most obvious question goes unasked, never mind unanswered.
Maybe come fall. Everyone gets more serious after Labor Day, a holiday both loved dearly for what it is, despised for what it stands for, the end of summer; try wearing white again, freak. Americans face the dreary trek toward Thanksgiving, knowing the first thing on the "to do" list is all the stuff that didn't get done over the last three months. Surely, surely, all dogs in heaven gave us the gift of football to start that very same weekend so as to make the swing, proving they still love us.
Yes, there are more important questions. A judge has the Epstein files under review. Todd Blanche is already running free. HYPE crypto jumped 17-20% Wednesday when Trump, well, hyped it. Today, reporters must ask: Did the president, his sons, or his money managers buy HYPE crypto in the last week?
The louder they squeal, the longer they are... in HYPE, at least.
But as to the three above, well — figure out what Natalie Harp provides Trump that Marco Rubio wouldn't, ask exactly why Donald Trump seems so "invested" in a White House ballroom he'll have six months in, max. And, hey, why's that guy sleep so much?
Notice how freaked they get as reporters continually harp on Natalie? Well, see what happens when you lump all three together. Do it during Leavitt's replacement's first press conference. And remember, mistakes get made in a panic. One never knows what we might learn, and it's a long fall.
Jason Miciak is a Raw Story Columnist, former editor of Occupy Democrats, author, political consultant, attorney, and single parent girldad. Please follow on Bluesky and he can be reached at jasonmiciak@gmail.com
If the last eleven years of Trump Blight have taught us anything, it’s that former reality TV stars shouldn’t hold important government jobs. And they really shouldn’t star in new ones while they’re still in office.
And yet, here we are with too many unqualified, uneducated, and unpatriotic MAGA propaganda merchants in power and still on camera. Aside from Wrestling Lady Linda “Piledriver” McMahon and Fox News talking head Pete Hegseth, Trump’s revolving Cabinet door has welcomed and spit out the likes of Omarosa Manigault, Judge Jeanine Pirro, and Dr. Mehmet Oz, who really should’ve lost his medical license by now.
It’s the worst reality show ever, but the worst cast member of them all just might be egregiously underqualified Transportation Secretary Sean “Road Rash” Duffy, whose only qualification for the job is a license to drive an RV. He first appeared on the Boston season of MTV’s “The Real World,” then moved on to the premiere season of “Road Rules,” where he met his now-wife, Fox News talking head Rachel “Grand Canyon” Duffy, who was on the San Francisco season of “The Real World.”
GenX remembers how Rachel treated her roommate, AIDS activist Pedro Zamora, coming across as super fake while (ew) making out with Puck. Rachel eventually claimed to understand and support Pedro, despite her staunch conservative Republican views. But we all watched her turn into just another MAGA Mean Girl spewing hate at the LGBTQ+ community, all while claiming to be a “devout Catholic.” Her hypocrisy is visible on both Fox News and her Twitter account, where I’m still not blocked no matter how hard I try.
The Duffys now have nine children, with one of them old enough (sort of) to be married to a guy running for her dad’s old seat. Sean Duffy was elected to Congress in Wisconsin in 2011 and managed to keep the seat until 2019, consistently voting with the most extreme conservatives in the Republican Party. That’s the seat their son-in-law, Michael Alfonso, 26, is gunning for after winning his primary election. I’m sure it’s just a weird coincidence.
Anyway, Sean Duffy inherited a nearly spotless record from his predecessor, Pete Buttigieg, and proceeded to light it on fire, both figuratively and literally. Since his appointment, there have been roughly 60 to 87 reported aviation incidents, plus several dozen fatal crashes during his initial months in office. Aside from his abhorrent body count, Duffy’s abysmal record also includes historic flight cancellations and delays due to reductions in air traffic controllers and TSA agents.
The Duffys drew major criticism earlier this summer when they promoted their “Great American Road Trip,” packing all their kids who still live at home into a large, gas-guzzling vehicle and living on the road for a full seven months while most Americans couldn’t afford to fill our tanks. How Sean Duffy did his job remotely from the road has never been explained, but we soon learned that the whole thing was being funded by private companies and filmed as part of their new reality TV show.
Newly released on YouTube, the show (which I wouldn’t watch with anyone else’s eyes) is already generating controversy thanks to Dad of the Year explaining to his daughter, Paloma, why he won’t “let” her go to Harvard.
The Ivy League might have had its share of scandals and whatnot, but it’s still a big deal to get into Harvard. But not to the Duffys, who think it’ll turn Paloma into a raging, bleeding-heart liberal.
“Catholicism to us is everything,” says Rachel, reacting to Paloma’s interest in higher education. “It's the basis of our marriage. It's the basis of our family. So, I'm nervous about the idea of Paloma going to Harvard.”
I don’t know what your arbitrary faith-based belief system has to do with getting a college degree, and thankfully, neither does Paloma.
“I went to an extremely conservative school in high school, and I’m part of an extremely conservative family,” Paloma tells her dad. “And that if I go to a liberal setting, that’s a way more rounded education.”
And that’s exactly what her parents don’t want for her. Independent thinking from a girl? Not in the Duffy household!
Isn’t that awful? Parents are supposed to encourage their kids to explore the world and follow their interests. Our kids aren’t our clones, even though they came from us, and we have to respect them as individuals, even when they take a different path than we did.
There are far too many examples of what happens to kids brought up in extremely conservative religious households. Restriction and repression often lead to rebellion. Paloma Duffy has every right to explore different points of view, and trying to keep her in the family bubble isn’t going to go well for Sean and Rachel.
Because they seem to be more loyal to Trump. You know, the convicted felon and adjudicated rapist who’s mentioned in the Epstein Files over 38,000 times (but it’s closer to a million, say insiders), while Jesus is only mentioned roughly 1300 times in the Bible.
But Rachel is such a devout Catholic, she wrote while becoming the eyeroll emoji.
Paloma’s older sister, Evita (the young married one), seems to be on her parents’ side.
No, Rachel, your job is to let your adult children make their own decisions so they don’t end up doing dumb things out of pure spite. Your job is to see your kids for who they are instead of forcing them to be obedient drones parroting your propaganda. If you let them leave your carefully controlled bubble, they’ll come back to you willingly. And they’ll be more interesting people, because they’ll be around interesting people.
I hope Paloma gets into Harvard and then just applies for student loans and a work-study program, like a lot of college kids do. Because she’ll be setting a better example for her younger siblings than her parents ever have.
The latest addition to Pierre’s Trail of Governors stands out. It’s not because it’s the only statue of a woman. It’s not because it’s the only one accompanied by half a horse. It represents a career of political tumult. A career from which it’s unlikely there’s a chance to bounce back.
Kristi Noem made a career out of overcoming adversity. Her book tour for “No Going Back” went horribly wrong from the start. She was forced to defend her decision to shoot an unruly dog and a smelly goat. She saw it as an example of her ability to make tough decisions. Others saw it as cruelty to animals.
She also had to explain how her book included a false story about her facing down North Korean dictator Kim Jong Un. Putting the blame on her ghost writer didn’t seem like an acceptable excuse. Where have all the proofreaders gone?
The book was written as a way for Noem to show off her conservative bona fides to Donald Trump in hopes that he would select her to be his running mate in 2024. With her book tour fast becoming a favorite topic of late-night comedians, it was easy to write off her chances at higher office.
However, after Trump was elected to a second term, he appointed Noem as his secretary of Homeland Security. That appointment, handled the right way, could have cemented her place among 2028 Republican presidential contenders. That may have been the case if she had approached border security and immigration control with a modicum of empathy and professionalism. Instead, she chose hubris and instilled in ICE a gunslinging mentality that led to the deaths of two American citizens in Minneapolis.
In a presidential administration noted for sloughing off criticism as fake news, Noem’s antics and the level of criticism she faced were too much even for Trump. She joined a long list of Trump Cabinet secretaries who have been sent packing. In Noem’s case, when she was shown the door, a job was created for her as special envoy for the Shield of the Americas.
Maybe she’s working hard to help other countries secure their borders. Maybe the job was created so that both she and the president could save face.
At the unveiling of her statue, Noem told South Dakota Searchlight that she wasn’t ruling out a political comeback. After all, she’s undefeated when it comes to elections. “Oh, I wouldn’t take it off the table,” Noem said about running for office again. “I may someday, but you know, we ran 13 races and won them all, so campaigns don’t scare me, but I’ve got a lot of other things to do, too.”
Listen to this episode of the Searchlight Report podcast to hear Kristi Noem’s speech at her statue unveiling and her interaction with reporters.
There was speculation this year that Noem would challenge U.S. Sen. Mike Rounds for the Republican nomination for his Senate seat. Those looking ahead to 2028 see her as a possible primary opponent for Senate Majority Leader John Thune.
Perhaps it would be best for Noem if she just went back to the farm. Any attempt to get back into South Dakota politics would be met with a crowded field.
There’s a trend in the state’s Republican politics that no office should go unchallenged. Gov. Larry Rhoden just defeated three primary challengers. Rounds faced a primary challenger, too. Marty Jackley’s record as a popular state attorney general didn’t keep him from having to fend off a Republican challenger for the nomination for the U.S. House of Representatives.
Noem ‘not planning to run’ but doesn’t rule out a political future as her statue is unveiled
These days, incumbency and name recognition aren’t enough in Republican politics to keep challengers off the ballot. Potential challengers aren’t all that Noem would be running against. There’s also an internet full of memes chronicling her strained relationships with dogs, goats and her husband.
At this point, no one in politics is going to step aside just because she was once the governor or for a brief time the Homeland Security secretary. Challengers are going to see her as damaged goods. If she runs for office again, the internet will rejoice, handing her opponents a fresh round of memes and a backlog of comic monologues.
Challengers and dog jokes aside, Noem would also be running against her record as governor, a time when she didn’t exactly cover herself in glory. She treated the National Guard like her private army, sending them to the southern border at taxpayer expense whenever it suited her political ambitions. She labeled it fake news when anyone pointed out that her pursuit of freedom during the pandemic caused South Dakota to lead the league in per capita COVID deaths. She failed to lead on property tax reform and wasted millions of dollars on a prison site that was abandoned. Unfortunately for the former governor, the list goes on.
Noem has bounced back from political adversity in the past, but there’s likely no coming back from the ridicule that’s been aimed at her from all directions and her sketchy record as governor. It’s time for her to use that half a horse to ride off into the sunset.
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Christof, the megalomaniacal director of The Truman Show, played brilliantly by actor Ed Harris, had a line he loved to repeat: “We accept the reality of the world with which we're presented.”
I’ve been thinking about that line as of late because of the avalanche of stories about Trump’s “human printer” (or whatever she is), Natalie Harp, who prints out things for Trump to read since the climate skeptic in him can’t get enough of paper.
According to lots of media reports, she only prints out good news for him, with the intensity of a star-crossed paramour, or whatever she may be. If these reports are true, then Trump is only seeing the world that he is presented.
It’s either that, or Trump’s dementia has progressed to a point where he lives in a reality that bears no resemblance to reality. There have been some who have generally compared Trump to Jim Carrey’s Truman Burbank but, after what happened on Wednesday, Trump has truly drifted into a fictitious universe, a reality that he is now presenting himself.
Truman Burbank’s reality was a meticulous, white-picket-fence cage called Seahaven. For Trump, it’s a cacophony of appliqués, granite, gold, tarp-covered Corinthian concrete, marble and placards, a proverbial White House soundstage, and this week, in the midst of a war and cratering economy, he gave the press corps a tour of his far-from-reality set.
Wednesday’s tone-deaf press gaggle wasn’t about inflation, or the war he’s dragged the country into with Iran, or the dismal jobs reports that keep getting updated and downgraded.
No, it was his vaunted, stylized and once-uneven helipad, which is made with some super-duper granite he claims can withstand 35,000 pounds per square inch, or whatever that’s supposed to mean.
Trump explained, “That’s stone that, if you took a hammer and you started hammering right now, all day long, you wouldn’t see a mark on it.”
I think the same thing could be said about Trump’s obtuse head?
He put his autograph on a piece of the $5 million helipad going in on the South Lawn, then laid out this so-out-of-touch scenario that it makes Truman Burbank look like a realist. He said that guests could step out of the car onto “a beautiful new roadway,” walk the path, “have cocktails and everything outside of the White House,” on the helipad he meant, and then head into the ballroom.
It was a remarkable half hour of enthusiastic fantasy from an 80-year-old man who has genuinely lost his mind, lost his marbles, lost his way, or is lost in space.
Somewhere behind him, out of frame, is the criminality of a crater where the historic East Wing was reduced to rubble by a wrecking ball for a shiny eight-figure ballroom.
You might think of that demolition the same way Trump has torn down the American economy. The ballroom is supposed to be underwritten by corporations and private donors who are the only ones benefiting from Trump’s destructive economy.
But in the end, we, the taxpayers, will be footing some or most of that bill because Trump inevitably dumps the excesses of his soiling on us.
Outside the gates of the metaphorical Seahaven, a different reality is unfolding for everyone not invited to a cocktail reception on the helipad. Grocery bills keep climbing. Premiums keep climbing. Treasury yields are sitting at levels that make economists nervous, and the jobs numbers have been weak for three straight months.
But for Trump, that’s all negligible compared to slabs of stone with “a million-year life.” In the reality that is presented to Trump, only lives that last a million years count. Those of us who are mere mortals don’t have a place in his Seahaven.
Now, here’s the part of the Truman Show comparison that used to feel like a stretch and now doesn’t. Remember the studio light that falls out of a clear blue sky and shatters at Truman’s feet? That was such an obvious, glaring sign that something in his world is fake.
Truman hears a radio broadcast explain it away as an airplane losing parts, and he shrugs and moves on. And that pretty much sums up the description of a White House where the polling is dismal, the lights are falling everywhere, and the response is a blissful meander on the cocktail-table helipad.
Whether that’s willful denial, a genuine loss of his mind, or simply the product of Harp’s curated information dumps telling Trump everything he wants to hear, or a combination, all of it is beside the point.
Trump has stopped processing the outside world as real. Every falling studio light — a bad poll, a court order, a recession warning — gets put into the trash can (Harp obviously doesn’t recycle at the risk of upsetting her boss). To Trump, everything is going great, historically great in fact, so long as the White House is being made in his image and his own reality.
And like Truman, surrounded by actors whose only job was to keep him inside the dome, the fake best friend, the staged traffic jams, and the wife who sells kitchen appliances, Trump is ringed by people whose function is to tell him how much they love him or how much he’s loved.
Their job isn’t to inform him. It’s to keep him content, keep his illusion airtight enough that he never has reason to walk toward a gas station or a grocery store to see what’s actually out there.
Truman Burbank eventually did walk to that edge. He found the wall painted like a horizon, climbed the stairs, and stepped through the door into the real world.
But Trump? No, there is no such thing as a horizon wall. And he shows no interest in finding the door that takes him outside. He’s perfectly happy inside the White House dome, admiring the failing and doomed construction of his handiwork, while the rest of the country, unable to change the channel, hears about a cocktail party on a helipad that it will never be invited to.
As an adult human woman, I find Donald Trump repugnant on all levels.
Trump is both a convicted felon and a sexual abuser. His name is mentioned in the Epstein Files exponentially more times than Jesus is mentioned in the Bible.
So of course, I can’t comprehend why any woman would allow him anywhere near them without demanding payment up front and a chaperone nearby. Too many others have happily thrown their professional lives away for the chance to work for him, then suffered the consequences of falling out of his favor. No one associated with Trump has had any kind of success once leaving his employ, and they definitely don’t have any respect from anyone outside the MAGA cult.
Just ask Karoline Leavitt, the latest casualty of Trump’s casual cruelty. She dared to leave him for a few weeks to have a baby, and because she paid attention to another human life instead of him, she mysteriously decided to quit — leaving Trump with his new favorite, Natalie “Wet Nurse” Harp, by his side.
Harp is said to be so obsessed with him that she’s willing to do “anything” for him. She once rode in the trunk of an SUV so she could be in the same vehicle with him. Leaked letters from Harp to Trump show a cultlike devotion even beyond what we’ve come to expect from MAGA. "You are all that matters to me," she wrote, adding that she wanted to "bring you joy."
I find it astonishing, because there’s so much self-delusion going on. Unless Natalie Harp was born without an olfactory system, she should be repulsed by the reported stench constantly wafting from Trump.
Harp doesn’t have any social media presence, so I can’t ask her why she’s into scatological play. Her estranged brother, Preston, has just emerged as a new social media hero for being as anti-Trump as possible.
Let’s unpack that, shall we?
Natalie Harp is 35 years old. This means she’s been “obsessed” with Trump for 20 years? Two decades ago, he was still the guy he always was, a chauvinistic playboy who couldn’t stop cheating on his wives or running his mouth. Why would a teenager be into that?
I learned what he was when I was a little kid. I grew up in New Jersey in the '70s and '80s, when he was always all over the New York tabloids for being his gross self. When I was 16, I was obsessed with Matt Dillon and John Taylor from Duran Duran.
Make it make sense, Natalie!
And that’s why Trump has never seemed intimidating to me. I’d had plenty of practice standing up to my dad, so it was easy for me to call Trump out when he was first running in 2015. I knew what he was, so 11 years ago this month, I told him what he was — and he didn’t like it.
Trump hates it when women don’t love him, because he knows why women don’t love him. He was ignored by his mommy and rejected by some hot girl when he was in his teens, and that’s how he became the most legendary predator to ever fall asleep behind the Resolute Desk. Just ask E. Jean Carroll, who’s hopefully already done some serious retail therapy after finally getting the first payout Trump owed her for three years.
I don’t know why none of this matters to Natalie Harp or anyone else still supporting Trump, but it doesn’t. In fact, there’s now a coordinated effort to stand up for Harp, now that Sen. Jon Ossoff (D-GA) dared to tell the truth about Trump where other people could see and hear him
"He doesn't want to do the job," he said. "He wants to build his ballroom and travel with Natalie on their apparently defenseless flying palace gifted by the Emir of Qatar."
That’s it. That’s all he said.
Compare that to literally anything Trump has ever said about any woman who doesn’t work for him. Aside from the infamous Access Hollywood tape, which should have ended his career, he’s always spoken about women as though he has a right to do anything he wants.
How quickly Megyn Kelly and others have forgotten. Just take a look at the coordinated MAGA response attacking Jon Ossoff, as if “innuendo” or “making suggestions” is in the same realm as Trump’s sex crimes against women. None of these people care about Trump’s crimes, because they’re being paid to not care about them. Every last one of them is a traitor to this country.
The willfully obtuse hypocrisy is staggering, the false pearl-clutching is ironic, and the whole thing smacks of Russian Propaganda 101. Six of those accounts have me blocked, by the way. Such brave patriots, she said while rolling her eyes.
We can see exactly what they’re doing here, because we all know exactly how MAGA treats Democratic women. The defense of Trump here would be laughable if it weren’t so disturbing. They’re rolling out the old “Donald Trump is a champion for women” line while making Harp sound like a saint who’s above any reproach, and it makes me want to primal scream for a full hour.
Tell us how he “championed” Hillary Clinton, Kamala Harris, Nancy Pelosi, Rosie O’Donnell, and Stormy Daniels. Republicans have remained fully silent on E. Jean’s payout while being involved in the Epstein Files cover-up, but Jon Ossoff’s truth bomb is the worst thing that’s ever happened?
Puh-leeze, sleaze. MAGA hates it when we use their tactics against them, so they’re extra triggered over this latest manufactured outrage.
They’re scapegoating Jon Ossoff because they’re scared of how badly they’re going to lose the midterms. They see his charisma, good looks, integrity, and intelligence, and they know they can’t top it. So they bully him instead, using Natalie Harp as this week’s Untouchable White Christian Woman.
It’s also a way for them to bully a Jewish man without being obviously anti-Semitic, which they really want to be able to get away with.
That’s why we’re going to keep Harp-ing on Natalie for providing us with the kind of low-hanging fruit MAGA usually feasts on.
ICE just got a new weapon to attack innocent civilians with. As if they need another weapon since they use their guns at will.
It's called the G.L.O.V.E., a $20 million shock glove order. The gloves deliver an electrical jolt with a hidden switch and no warning. Again, what’s the difference between these gloves and a gun? ICE agents simply pull a trigger with no warning, but I digress.
When you grab someone with the gloves, they don't just flinch. They fold. They go down. And for a while, they can't get back up. They are as inhumane as they are painful, which reminds me of someone else with the same attributes.
Shock gloves are nothing new to the Trump administration, and in particular the inhumane and painful Pete Hegseth. He's been running the Pentagon with the same trick shock gloves since his nomination was dimwittingly approved by the Senate.
And metaphorically, Hegseth has been busy grabbing and shocking the entirety of the U.S. military, components of which are now in the process of falling to the ground.
Now, let’s keep in mind that in the last couple of days, in the middle of a war and a catastrophe on a battleship, Hegseth took the shock glove off to campaign in Iowa with RFK, Jr., who has a permanent shock glove around his brain.
Since the disaster of Operation Epic Fury against Iran began in February, the Defense Secretary has kept the armed forces gripped and buzzing, deployed, depleted and directionless, with no stated objective and no exit plan.
The thing about shock gloves is that the damage doesn't end when the gloved hand lets go. The body falls downward, and lays there for a bit, and struggles back to its feet slowly. That's where America's military is headed once Hegseth finally releases his grip, and it is going to take years for the zapped military to stand back up.
His first grip was depleting the arsenal. Patriot interceptors are down roughly two-thirds. THAAD interceptors are down by half, maybe closer to 80 percent. The Army has burned through nearly all of its precision-guided missiles.
Commanders are reportedly letting some Iranian threats through rather than spend what's left. That's a proverbial man being brought to his knees. And he’s going to be there for a while because refilling our weaponry is a long-term process, with a lengthy supply chain.
Three years for new Patriots. Closer to four for new Tomahawks. Every missile fired in this war is a missile that isn't sitting somewhere in a reserve depot waiting to be used, oh let’s say if a crisis with China arose, for example.
Hegseth has zapped the living hell out of our weapons, so how do we “bomb like hell” out of an adversary as the blowhard Trump keeps promising?
His second zapping grip is the one he has on the troops. This was brought to light last week with the catastrophe aboard the USS Abraham Lincoln, which has spent more than 260 days at sea with almost no port calls, the longest stretch without shore leave in the modern carrier era. Sailors have described mold, food shortages and morale the Navy itself has acknowledged as a mental-health risk.
Hegseth's response, when it surfaced, was to tighten the grip and deliver more shock because he thought it was all a farce. The farce is the maladroit Hegseth.
Meanwhile, the USS Gerald R. Ford, the Navy's newest and most expensive carrier, caught fire after its own record-length deployment and is now stuck in dry dock for at least a year. Two flagship carriers, struggling to even stand.
And what has occupied the secretary's time while his fleet burns and his sailors rot at sea? A mandatory testosterone-screening initiative he's branded "warrior ethos," even as a federal judge overseeing his transgender military ban has publicly asked him to explain why hormone therapy is a readiness tool for some troops and a fireable offense for others.
In this case, the judge gripped Hegseth with a shock glove, and the bamboozled, testosterone-laden Defense Secretary simply fell over because he couldn't answer the question.
Hegseth could care less about the troops, and they are feeling it, particularly when they are thrown into a war without a reason, not given an adequate number of weapons and thanked with clogged toilets and mold.
Finally, he has jolted the global respect out of the U.S. military. We are a superpower flat on our back as the world looks on in astonishment at how Hegseth has sucked the juice out of our troops and our weapons.
Our allies are dumbfounded about what’s happening, and they are making their own defense calculations based on these failures. And don’t think for a minute that our adversaries like Beijing and Moscow aren’t licking their chops at our instability.
And so long as Hegseth has his shock gloves wrapped around the military, the longer it’s going to take to get it standing up proudly once again. Hegseth will let go and leave our arsenal, our troops and our dignity lying on the ground, dazed, trying to figure out which way is up.
And it will be that way for a very long time because the grip and shock were so tight.
Because that's what a shock glove actually does. It doesn't just hurt in the moment. It puts you on your back and keeps you there, longer than the person holding the switch ever has to think about it.
When Hegseth finally lets go, the recovery doesn't start with the military jumping back up on its feet. It will take years to rebuild an arsenal that took decades to stockpile the first time. Years to convince the next generation of 18-year-olds that this institution isn’t going to chew them up and spit them out, at a moment when recruiting was already struggling before this war began.
Most worrisome, perhaps, it will take years to convince our allies and our adversaries that the stumble and incapacitation of the last six months wasn’t an aberration and not a proper depiction of how far America’s military can be knocked down.
The gloves ICE is buying cost $20 million and switch off with the press of a button. What Pete Hegseth has done to the U.S. military doesn't have an off switch at the moment.
What it has are metaphorical bodies slumping to the ground, a world watching to see if they get back up, and a long, expensive stumble back to standing upright again.
Trump's escape trick is utilized to get him out of the Epstein files.
The latest from Raw Story's Nick Anderson, a Pulitzer Prize-winning editorial cartoonist.
The most surprising thing about Karoline “KKKaroline” Leavitt’s announcement that she’s leaving her job as White House Press Secretary was that she had lasted so long in the first place.
Considering the track records of all of her predecessors, you’d think Trump would’ve installed a golden revolving door to the Press Room, along with all of the other unnecessary renovations he’s making to our White House while vandalizing D.C. to make America look as weak as possible on the global stage.
Weird how nobody’s ever asked KKKaroline about that, or what happened to all of the historical artifacts from the East Wing after he decided to bulldoze it.
Anyway, many people are saying Leavitt’s breaking point came when she learned she was on the decoy plane from Turkey, while Trump’s wet nurse, Natalie Harp, got to fly with him, as did Diet Coke Valet Walt Nauta. That rumor was shared by the Iranians, with Leavitt responding that she wasn't actually aboard.
However, some other people are suggesting that the decoy plane story is a decoy in and of itself, and that Trump flew back on an Air Force One tricked out like a hospital, including his full staff of 18 doctors. Because the media couldn’t have been allowed to see all of that, the second, or “decoy,” plane was packed with Cabinet members making sure the media had full access to them.
Weird if true, huh?
In all likelihood, KKKaroline most likely learned that a truncated maternity leave is bad for a postpartum new mom in all kinds of ways, but especially when she’s forced to return to multiple Trump scandals that also include her. Now that her reign of Trumpterror is coming to an end, one name being floated to replace her belongs to someone who’s already established himself as an ultimate Trumpsimp: CNN’s smarmiest, whiniest, and most compromised commentator, Scott “I’m Telling Mom!” Jennings.
Jennings has been repeatedly criticized for his personal attacks on his fellow panelists, from Leigh McGowan to Adam Mockler.
He's gone off the rails multiple times, condescendingly bullying panelists while incorporating the right-wing propaganda he’s more than happy to spread. Viewer complaints about Jennings have made him a liability for CNN, because he’s made it abundantly clear that he’s fine with Trump’s entire record of crimes against women, children, and the rest of humanity.
Which makes him the perfect replacement for Leavitt.
Trump demands loyalty above all else, yet never returns any. I don’t know why all of these people are letting him treat them so badly when he’s a convicted felon adjudicated rapist who’s mentioned in the Epstein Files roughly 36,700 more times than Jesus is mentioned in the Bible. We can just add that to the endless list of “why” questions that will never be answered, something Jennings excels at doing.
I’ve repeatedly tried to get any response on Twitter from Smug Scotty, but like most mediocre MAGA men, he’s never once replied. They love the ostrich method of ignoring the truth they don’t like, which will be hard for him to maintain from behind a podium.
Putting Jennings at the Press Room podium presents yet another opportunity for the Democrats to finally hire a Press Secretary of their own. If I had a dollar for every time I’ve written, podcasted, or tweeted about my idea, I would at least have enough dollars to pay my rent for a year.
It would be beyond simple and relatively inexpensive for the Democrats to set up a daily press briefing at the Capitol, which would take place after Scotty J finishes lying and bullying the media for the day.
The Democratic Press Secretary, their Deputy, and staff would need a couple of offices and a podium, and that’s about it. All press would be welcome to attend the daily briefing, regardless of which outlet they work for.
As for who should be in that role, let’s first eliminate who shouldn’t be doing it:
-current members of the government
-anyone considering a run for president in 2028
I realize that leaves a fairly wide-open field. I’d first look to someone who’s got media experience already, similar to Scott Jennings, but nicer, smarter, and not at all smug or treasonous.
Despite the title “Secretary” being gender-neutral, I will always prefer a woman in that role ever since Allison Janney played CJ Cregg on The West Wing. Putting a woman in such a vitally important public-facing and high-profile role matters, especially at a time when the Republican Party is systematically trying to take away all of our rights. She would be the grown-up alternative to Jennings and his juvenile antics, laying the groundwork to restore some dignity to the White House once Democrats get it back in 2028.
It’s unlikely my top choice, Jessica Tarlov, would be interested in taking a severe pay cut to leave Fox News, plus she’s performing a much-needed public service there five days a week on The Five. I’m not sure what the contracts are like over at MS Now, formerly MSNBC, but I could easily see Symone Sanders-Townsend taking on the press with her patented take-no-BS attitude.
My friend, former Republican strategist Cheri Jacobus, would also be stellar in the role, especially since she’s also been advocating for a Democratic Press Secretary for about as long as I have.
Some people have suggested I should be the Democratic Press Secretary, and that’s a no from me. I prefer a more behind-the-scenes role because I’m a bossy Taurus — but one who loves being part of a team. “Consultant” sounds pretty good, which I kind of feel I already am because I keep giving them my ideas for free.
Americans are craving the truth like it’s a fresh salad right now — we have no idea what’s safe and what might kill us anymore. And that’s something a Democratic Press Secretary would never lie about.
Go back 35 years, and you see it. It's right there as part of the story, impossible to avoid. The man who used to go on Howard Stern's radio show to run down a list of women and grade them from one through 10, full body, definitely face and features, President Donald J. Trump would sputter out a number, "She's an 8.5, would be a nine or more if she weren't so flat," or something similarly as offensive as juvenile.
Decades later, and he's still at it; perhaps he's matured out of vocalizing the grade, but the women at the White House better bring the mandated look. Trump wants them ready for cameras and his eyes, always. It is now exhausting them into little leaks about the look he demands.
We all know the MAGA look; it's the only one available, that's the point. Without regard to the time of day or night, each one rolls through the White House makeup studio, where apparently they specialize in one style, the one the boss wants. The excuse is that if you work at that level, you better look the part.
To be somewhat just as cruel, he expects the same of the men and their suits, but it's far easier for men, and probably is really for the cameras and not the other lens in play.
In a Mail on Sunday report, multiple female White House staffers revealed the "draining" expectations put on women working in Trump's orbit. And that the toll might be driving the otherwise most talented women out the door (talent for lying, snarkiness, mean girl stuff). Sure, sure, the boss demands they be camera-ready: "Those glossy smiles and immaculate clothes are, of course, what the outside world sees."
But this isn't that, because the real problem lies within the White House. The report notes what we all know: the cloud of disgusting misogyny that formed over the man who bragged about walking through the Miss Teen USA pageant remains, despite the fact that we hear very little news about the battles we assume are going on in the White House — battles that seem all but inevitable and yet remain protected by a moat-like silence regarding the experience of being a woman around a guy that bragged about grabbing intimate parts.
True. The inexplicable silence has one loud exception, and it might make up for the lack of lingering issues threatening to blow the dump... (The symbolism in every sentence just can't be intentional, can it?). There is the ever-present Natalie Harp, and ever-present is doing some heavy lifting in that sentence. The world has known of this weirdness for a while, but it took the New York Times' Maggie Haberman to take it to the next level when she said: "[Harp] is sort of his binky, for lack of a better way of putting it."
Everyone huddle up. Not one word on where to take that, begging for analogies, hilarious double entendre; everyone, just turn around and suppress all the screaming symbolism, and simply acknowledge that we need not know anything more. Because we already know that Harp happens to be a blonde bombshell attached at the hip of this particular man. Given what we suspect, we can be sure what such a situation would do to any marriage. Even something purely platonic would result in a plain service of papers from a partner.
Wave it aside because Harp never seems bothered by the opportunity. She's unquestionably a capable adult as opposed to some other "leaks" we've heard from decades ago, and she never seems to be blinking in Morse code to get her out. She actually looks elated.
Fine.
But most women are not, and despite the fact that we have about as much empathy for anyone working to advance this administration's agenda as they have for us, none, it's still worth examining.
Why? The women knew what they were getting into. But it matters anyway because if a man and then men surrounding him create such an environment, imagine what they think of the women in this country who are coming home from work, kissing their partners, and running the kids to swim lessons wearing an Eddie Bauer Sweater and Levi's. They don't count. True, to the Republicans in power, no Democrat counts — but there's a special disdain for strong women going about their lives, worried far less about their looks than their legitimacy as empowered equals.
But policy after policy put forth by this president degrades American women's role and environment. Let's start with the most obvious: Trump and Hegseth refusing to promote deserving women to general or admiral rank in the military, women far too concerned with protecting the nation, teaching their troops, plotting strategy, to worry about Botox injections and $250 hair.
Immediately following Trump's inauguration, he simply assumed that any woman who had earned a place in the government's vast bureaucracy, the people whose work made the government work, were hired to fill quotas and fired them.
Of course, there is even more in-your-face stuff (literally) in appointing judges fiercely fighting anything that could be called abortion even as the mother lay dying on an operating table. And Trump oversaw the indefensible change to Title IX in 2020, making it far harder for young women everywhere to bring sexual harassment claims on campus, requiring more evidence, raising the burden of proof.
Now that one sure overlaps with what we hear about the environment in the White House, with halls of horrors for women specifically chosen for a role that all but demands sexual harassment, or at least offensive expectations, which, because of the spread to women throughout the nation, we can abhor.
But there may be limits because it sounds like the first team, the varsity, the most sexually appealing (to Trump), loyal, and maddeningly competent are crashing and cashing out, none more prominent than Karoline Leavitt. As my co-columnist John Casey noted, none of us can blame her; she has two beautiful babies at home and a beautiful income with which to support them. It's a minor miracle she lasted this long.
But she's not the only one. The Daily Mail notes the departure of Deputy Press Secretary Abigail Jackson and Director of Media Affairs Sonny Joy Nelson. But the tenor of the article is such that it feels like several underlings have left, with more to follow. From the outside, that may be a good thing: the first string, the most effective and most striking, the type that can dependably implement these horrific policies may soon be gone, replaced by equally exquisite MAGA melting personnel, priority one, but likely lessers in everything else.
Let's leave with this. One of the most remarkable features of Trump White House Part Two has been the silence regarding palace intrigue. Yes, books have been written about the actual implementation of duties, accompanied by some juicy details. But in an environment that simply must be bursting with toxic testosterone, it's been weirdly quiet.
But news of the utter exasperation accompanying Leavitt's leaving has cracked the door. The leaks didn't squeeze themselves. And for Haberman to feel comfortable assessing Natalie Harp as... Trump's binky, well, it says a great deal about a woman's place around Trump: less advising, more soothing. A man would be an essential aide. Not Harp.
If Harp is having a blast... my word, if she's fine with it, fine. But for the other women called in at 6 a.m. on a Saturday, having to toss the sweater aside for the makeup chair and wardrobe for the most real television show in the history of reality TV, well, they certainly can't say that they're enduring extra abuse. They endure far less than many women around the country.
Meanwhile, Leavitt left her mark, having never worn an even moderately loose outfit in her entire tenure. But for the most prominent White House voice under "his" voice, vociferously attempting to validate ridding the nation of DEI and Title IX, to now go home to two babies with all the wealth needed to never be nervous, something incredibly rare for most women in this country seems offensive.
But without regard to anything else, especially the decimation of women's rights in this country, the right to be free of sexual harassment — never enduring a comment about a nice body, joking about heels, begging she bend over, and so much worse — it's wrong in the White House, and like a virus, spreads disgustingly from there.
White House staffers have the option to leave. Daughters headed off to college don't. It took this long to leak? It better take a lot less time for women everywhere to yell far and wide about everything unacceptable.
All the way down to 18-year-olds in their Levi's and sweaters, formerly protected by Title IX, but drawing Trump's eyes now for 30 years.
Jason Miciak is a Rawstory Columnist, former editor of Occupy Democrats, author, attorney, and single parent girldad. Please follow on Bluesky, and he can be reached at jasonmiciak@gmail.com.
Yesterday at the White House, Trump held a photo op with a 16-year-old lifeguard, Ryder Williams, who’d pulled a drowning 10-year-old out of a dangerous surf in Santa Cruz. For any other president, it would have been a sweet, feel-good moment. Trump, though, turned it into something dark — and most of our press either missed it or politely pretended to.
After giving the award, Trump looked at the blonde teen’s parents and said:
“You did a good job. It’s good genetics. When you look at him, you can see, really good.”
People in the room chuckled nervously as some probably realized what Trump was really saying. Others seemed clueless. Mediaite wrote the story up and wondered out loud if Trump was trying to invoke the infamous Sydney Sweeney “great jeans” commercial.
But Trump wasn’t riffing on the jeans ad. He was sharing, in the Oval office and on camera, something he’s been saying for 40 years, his racist “racehorse genetics” theory of human evolution. And it’s something that, when it comes out of other people’s mouths, has ended careers.
For example, back in 1988 on Martin Luther King Day, CBS’s sports commentator Jimmy “The Greek” Snyder was asked by a reporter about the progress that Black people were making in the field of sports.
Snyder told the reporter that Black athletes were doing well because “the slave owner would breed his big black to his big woman so that he could have a big black kid,” and that a Black athlete was better than most whites “because he’s been bred to be that way.”
CBS fired him the next day because everybody in America understood instantly what he had said and where it came from.
Thirty-eight years later, the President of the United States says essentially the same thing about human beings in the White House and gets laughs and a write-up about denim.
This was not a slip of the tongue. The same year Jimmy The Greek was fired, Trump told Oprah on her show that his success was the result of being “born lucky in the sense that you have to have the right genes.” (Forget the fact that his father gave him ~$400 million.) He told a rally audience in 2016 that, with him, “winning is innate” and some people just “have the winning gene.”
Michael D’Antonio who wrote one of the early Trump biographies and knew the family, told PBS’s Frontline program that they all subscribed to the so-called “racehorse theory of human development.”
That theory says that because breeding top racehorses with each other produces more top racehorses then, similarly, a superior man and a superior woman will produce superior children. He even once complimented a roomful of British businessmen on their superior “bloodlines” and praised notorious antisemite Henry Ford’s “good bloodlines” while touring a Ford plant.
Talking to an all-white audience in Bemidji, Minnesota in 2020, Trump warned about the Black Somali refugees who’d settled in that state, saying:
“You [white people] have good genes, you know that, right? A lot of it is about the genes, isn’t it, don’t you believe? The racehorse theory. You think we’re so different? You have good genes in Minnesota.”
On rightwing talk host Hugh Hewitt’s hate radio show, he said:
“Now a murderer, I believe this, it’s in their genes. And we got a lot of bad genes in our country right now.”
Trump’s “racehorse theory” isn’t just some throwaway line or colorful figure of speech; it’s from the foundational myth of one of the darkest times in American history, the eugenics (“racial hygiene”) movement that reached its peak during the presidency of Woodrow Wilson, a notorious racist who screened the Klan recruiting film Birth of a Nation at the White House. Hitler based his “final solution” on American and British eugenics literature that encouraged the isolation and sterilization of “inferior” people.
That led to the racist 1924 Immigration Act that later turned away Jewish refugees fleeing Hitler’s death camps, and the Supreme Court blessed a model sterilization law for “inferior” humans in their 1927 Buck v Bell decision. German lawyers translated that decision and used it as the framework for the Third Reich’s own 1933 sterilization law that preceded and ultimately set up the Holocaust.
Tens of thousands of Americans were sterilized against their will back then, and at the Nuremberg trials multiple German defendants argued that they were “simply following American science.”
But the racehorse theory of humanity wasn’t even new in the 1920s: slavery was justified in this country for centuries based on the supposed inferiority of Black people. Crainiometry — the “science” of determining how “advanced” a person is by measuring their skull — was rolled out in the 19th century as a way of proving whites were the most advanced race.
In 1851, a Louisiana physician named Samuel Cartwright published a nationally distributed pamphlet claiming that enslaved people who’d run away from their plantations were doing so because they suffered from a mental illness he called “drapetomania.” He explicitly wrote that God had made Black people “naturally submissive,” so when they rose up or escaped, it was because they were expressing symptoms of that mental pathology.
Southern politicians trying to justify Jim Crow after the failure of Reconstruction used the same trick MAGA racists use today, citing crime and imprisonment statistics by way of “proving” that Black people are simply “born bad.” As noted Substack author Rohn Kenyatta writes:
“The manifestation of this racism and white supremacy need not be blatant as it is often cloaked in stories on crime, poverty, voting rights, illiteracy and ‘civil rights.’”
The whole point of Trump’s racehorse theory is to provide a pseudo-scientific explanation for the outcome of centuries of institutionalized racism. Today, while the median white family has assets of around $285,000 (home and car ownership, retirement funds, etc.), the median Black household is only worth $45,000.
Trump doesn’t want you to know why, and his good or bad genes proclamations are designed to make us ignore everything from unequal access to the GI Bill and Redlining to plain old racism.
Trump’s complained that the Smithsonian dwells too much on “how bad slavery was” and his executive order titled “Restoring Truth and Sanity to American History” nailed eight Smithsonian museums under White House review for having displays about “how unaccomplished the downtrodden have been” without, presumably, discussing the failure of their genes.
As a result of his administration’s racist pressure, the National Park Service is rewriting its exhibits on slavery at Independence Hall, one of the more prominent places where George Washington held people in slavery. It wasn’t that Washington was a racist, Trump would presumably tell you, but that the people he enslaved deserved it because of their inferior genes.
And much of the GOP is right there with him. Congressman Steve King spent years babbling about how white people have contributed more than “any other subgroup of people” to western civilization, warning that “we can’t restore our civilization with somebody else’s babies.”
Tommy Tuberville, when asked whether white nationalists should be allowed to serve in the military, answered, “I call them Americans.” Steve Scalise became House Majority Leader after bragging that he’d spoken to a 2002 convention of Klan Grand Wizard David Duke’s European-American Unity and Rights Organization. A reporter said he’d called himself “David Duke without the baggage,” although Scalese disputes it.
When Politico exposed a group of Young Republican leaders having a group chat that was filled with jokes about gas chambers and Hitler admiration, JD Vance called the negative reaction “pearl clutching.” Tucker Carlson hosted open racist Nick Fuentes on his show for a friendly hour, and the president of the Heritage Foundation went so far as to defend them both.
Trump’s acting undersecretary for public policy, Darren Beattie, says America should “pay smart people to have more kids, disincentivize stupid people from having kids,” and Bob Kennedy is pushing changes in Title X to implicitly encourage white women to have more babies.
None of this is new even to the modern GOP. In his first campaign stop after winning the Republican nomination for president, Ronald Reagan spoke to an all-white audience near Philadelphia, Mississippi, a few miles from where Klansmen sheriff’s deputies had brutally murdered 3 civil rights workers (it was made into the movie “Mississippi Burning”). His topic? “State’s rights.” And we all know what that means, as did his audience.
And in July 2016, Donald Trump Jr. stood on that same stage stumping for his father, and proudly bragged that Reagan had launched his campaign from it.
Trump’s “racehorse theory” of humanity is a racist lie that was built to justify slavery and Jim Crow, and then paved the road to Auschwitz.
Democrats and the media need to start saying so out loud every time he invokes it.
For some Americans, the reality of who Donald Trump really is is coming home to roost. And for the sailors trapped aboard the USS Abraham Lincoln, that moment has already arrived.
The Lincoln left San Diego last November. Nine months later, it is still at sea, its crew stretched past 250 straight days without meaningful relief. What was supposed to be a seven-month deployment has become closer to a floating humanitarian disaster.
Families have shockingly described broken toilets, moldy showers, food shortages, and sailors surviving on little more than rice and tortillas. It’s been called a “floating bucket of filth.”
So much for valuing the valor and bravery of our troops. To me, that’s Pete Hegseth’s “big lie.” He’s their worst nightmare. He doesn’t give a rat’s about the troops. Well, he does care about their “T” levels.
The Military Times broke the story that multiple sailors have tried to go overboard, and at least one was pulled from the water after an hour adrift. This is horrific and subhuman. Lawmakers from both parties are rightfully now demanding investigations.
But, besides Hegseth, who said the whole abominable ordeal is “completely misrepresented,” it won’t surprise anyone who understands the reality of Donald Trump that he, too, couldn't care less.
Asked whether the deployment had gone on too long and whether he was worried about the mental health of the more than 5,000 people aboard that ship, the insensitive and callous Trump seethed, "No. No. No." "Not nearly long enough," he added when asked if the ship had been at sea too long and, when queried about if families of those on board were right to be worried, he waved that off too: "No, they're not."
Then he, not surprisingly, like he does with everything else, blamed the press for covering it, accusing reporters of trying to turn warriors into victims.
As if the press loves to make up stories about sailors living in squalor and trying to take their own lives.
How despicable to blame the press while desperate families are pleading for answers. And Trump's response is that the suffering hasn't gone on long enough.
And that’s exactly how he feels about the nuisance of the American people’s suffering.
Remember the dolls and the pencils? When Trump was asked, point-blank, if his tariffs would raise prices on ordinary goods, he didn't apologize or explain or exude any understanding or compassion.
He shrugged his bulbous, bloated head and told the country that an 11-year-old girl doesn't need 30 dolls, three or four is plenty, and that nobody needs 250 pencils when five is sufficient.
He has said this more than once, because he genuinely believes the answer to rising costs is for regular families to simply cope with fewer pencils, dolls — oh, and make do with one piece of broccoli.
That's the same indifference he’s giving Lincoln's sailors. It's the same who-cares shrug he's giving anyone who has watched their grocery bill or their health insurance premium climb this year. Millions of Americans are having sharply higher health costs as pandemic-era subsidies lapse and insurers raise rates, a squeeze tied directly to the reconciliation package Trump signed and bragged about.
That “Big Beautiful Bill” was a metaphorical giant, cold slap in the face to middle-class Americans, who now understand why they can only afford three dolls and five pencils — if that.
And ICE agents are the literal giant, cold slap in the face to Americans’ shell-shocked visages. Agents have been turned loose in cities, conducting the kind of aggressive street operations that have left residents frightened to leave their homes, arresting and detaining people at their will.
And that cold slap in the face will be replaced by a paralyzing electric charge once ICE agents get their new shock gloves. It’s been called “sadistic." Really? You think?
Those ICE wars on our streets coincide with the war with Iran that is responsible for stretching the Lincoln's deployment now past 200 days without a port call. That war has driven up fuel, shipping and scores of other costs. Trump’s reaction? He insisted he “loves” the inflation the war with Iran has caused.
Because this whole thing hasn’t been a punishment for us long enough. There’s lots more to come, which Trump is clearly giddy about.
He’s super-giddy about things that mean absolutely nothing to the rest of us. While we scrimp, save and suffer, Trump has kept his attention fixed on himself. Rising costs of groceries, gas, bills, etc? The Iran war? To Trump it’s a scenario of “wake me up when all this frivolous stuff is over” — again, metaphorically and literally too.
Because Dear Leader Donald has bigger fish to fry. Put his name on the Kennedy Center, pave over the Rose Garden, gild up the Oval Office with gold, bungle the Reflecting Pool, build an Arc de Trump, slap a helipad on the manicured South Lawn of the White House. And, the big kahuna, his luxurious Qatar jet.
While you stay home because you can’t afford to drive to your summer vacation, Trump is descending down a grand staircase in his flying palace. Let them eat cake? Who can afford cake? Let them eat the leftover pencils, if you have any.
He tells the parents of sailors on an aircraft carrier that nine months away from their kids "isn't nearly long enough," and tells a mom buying school supplies that her daughter has plenty of pencils already — which is ok, since she can snack on the extras.
It’s a blanket indifference whether he's talking about a sailor pulled out of the Arabian Sea or a grandmother deciding between groceries and her heart medication. Trump does not see suffering as a problem to solve, or something he should be inconvenienced by.
The sailors on the Lincoln are coming home soon, the Navy says, relieved — hopefully — by another carrier. The rest of us, though, have no relief in sight. We are just getting told that our suffering isn't nearly long enough.
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