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Death of a F***ing Salesman, by Kevin D. Williamson, National Review

Posted on July 30th, 2017 at 21:16 by John Sinteur in category: News -- Write a comment


He wants to be John Wayne, but what he is is “Woody Allen without the humor.” Peggy Noonan, to whom we owe that observation, has his number: He is soft, weak, whimpering, and petulant. He isn’t smart enough to do the job and isn’t man enough to own up to the fact. For all his gold-plated toilets, he is at heart that middling junior salesman watching Glengarry Glen Ross and thinking to himself: “That’s the man I want to be.” How many times do you imagine he has stood in front of a mirror trying to project like Alec Baldwin? Unfortunately for the president, it’s Baldwin who does the good imitation of Trump, not the other way around.

  1. The National Review? The conservative home page? *spit*
    Still you gotta admire their balls. Now they’re saying that Trump is so bad that he’s a good thing:

    Talk about making a virtue of a necessity.

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