It was damned refreshing to see The Trumpster in his press conference this morning. It was an antidote to the smarmy, treacly, self-serving and utterly dishonest 'farewell' speech Duh Prez last night. (Is this the final one, or must we endure yet more?)
Trump just would not take the usual stuff from the press corps. He called them out for their basic dishonesty, and let that one clown twist in the wind. It was bracing, refreshing.
He displayed a table stacked with signed documents documenting his work in eliminating conflicts of interest. His tax lawyer explained that The Donald is actually exceeding the requirements of the law. Never enough, of course, for the baying mutts who would demand he take a vow of poverty, just to keep them happy.This from the mob that never considered that Hilary's pay-for-play might have been an ethical nightmare.
He even announced that profits from any foreign governments making use of his properties, like renting rooms at his hotels, would be turned over the the Treasury--so that the taxpayer would profit if the Sultan of Wherever decided to camp out in Trump's DC hotel.
Since it was assumed he would not win the election, his business kept plugging along. In the wake of victory, he cancelled millions of dollars worth of deals, just to avoid the appearance of conflict of interest. He and his kids took a huge financial hit.
Not enough for the baying mutts. Never enough for them. Screw' em, and the pigs they rode in on.
So, the quote of the day is--from Mencken--
“The average newspaper, especially of the better sort, has the
intelligence of a hillbilly evangelist, the courage of a rat, the
fairness of a prohibitionist boob-jumper, the information of a high
school janitor, the taste of a designer of celluloid valentines, and the
honor of a police-station lawyer.”
