Garrison Keillor On Trump


Garrison Keillor On Donald Trump

Your eyes look dead and your scowl does not suggest American greatness so much as American indigestion. 

Rudy and Christie and Newt are reassuring in that stilted way of hospital visitors. 

And The New York Times treats you like the village idiot. 

Running for president is your last bid for the respect of Manhattan. If you were to win election, they couldn't ridicule you anymore. They could be horrified, but there is nothing ridiculous about being Leader of the Free World. 

Profanity is your natural language and vulgar words so as not to offend the Christers but the fans can still hear it and that's something they love about you. You are their guy. You are losing and so are they but they love you for it.

What the fans don't know is that it's not much fun being a billionaire. You own a lot of big houses and you wander around in them, followed by a waiter, a bartender, a masseuse, three housekeepers, and a concierge, and they probably gossip about you behind your back. Just like nine-tenths of your campaign staff. You're losing and they know it and they're telling mean stories about you to everybody and his brother.

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