By Susan Campbell
Culled from The Guardian
Remember when the closest a politician got to a baby was when he got to kiss one, for the photographers?
Me neither. Nothing is as it used to be in American politics. The Democratic candidate is a woman – a first for a major American political party.
And the Republican candidate is a man-baby, a failed businessman who lurches from tantrum to tweet storm and back again, who shows no impulse control, who won’t take responsibility for his actions, and who whines – a lot – when things don’t go his way. As First Lady Michelle Obama said at a Thursday rally in New Hampshire, even a six-year-old knows better.
She was being kind. Most three-year-olds have a better grasp of what constitutes good behavior.
Did everyone see Trump tell Sunday’s debate moderators – “it’s three-on-one” – that they’d given more time for Hillary Clinton to speak than they had him. In fact, Trump spoke a little more than a minute longer – 40:10 compared with 39:05 – than his opponent. Of course, that included time he spent interrupting, another toddler trait. In addition to the tantrums, Trump gets his days and nights mixed up. He doesn’t sleep much at night. He pouts.
And we, the electorate, are left to watch, horrified.
Donald J Trump has never been the most mature of public figures, but things went south in a big way in August, when Trump had already bagged his party’s nomination, and he was speaking at a Virginia rally. (Was this before or after his campaign promised he’d act more presidential? It’s hard to remember. There have been so many promises.)
And then a baby started crying.
At first, Trump seemed game – babies will cry, after all. But not long afterward, he asked that that baby be removed. He may have been joking, but then again, maybe not. It appears he didn’t like the competition. The press had a field day, and then Trump did was he does best: He threw a tantrum.
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At the time, Politicus USA called it a “new low”.
Ha, ha! If only. A toddler in a 70-year-old body is an ugly thing. There is no hope of maturation – that ship has sailed. There is also no predicting what will happen. Just before the baby incident, Trump verbally excoriated a Gold Star family whose son, Army Captain Humayun Khan, died in Iraq in 2004. I’d say everyone knows to be respectful of a grieving family who gave one of their own for their country, but that has to be amended to say “every adult”.
In no particular order, Trump has pouted or thrown a full-on tantrum about a former Miss Universe, Rosie O’Donnell, the American press, Bill Clinton, women who report sexual assault (unless they are accusing Bill Clinton), Muslims and Hillary Clinton, whom he wants to jail.
The newest low came earlier this week. The New York Times ran damning stories from women who said Trump made unwanted advances toward them. Trump denied the allegations and then he threatened to sue. For that, he got a snootful from the Times’ lawyer (and America’s new hero), David E McCraw. His much-circulated letter ended with the bon mot that if the Republican candidate felt wronged, the Times would “welcome the opportunity to have a court set him straight”.
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Boom! Wouldn’t we all? Wouldn’t it be fun to see a 70-year-old man-baby get the book thrown at him by a judge who’s not having any of it?
Most of Trump’s tweets since the lawyer’s letter was made public have centered on his comings and goings, and his rallies where he promises to make America great again. But stay tuned. Some early morning – very soon, when the lights are out at Trump Tower – he’ll rise from his crib, reach for his Android/pacifier, and do what soothes him most. There is no time-out big enough.