Some of the same people who just the other day were accusing Donald Trump of personally killing tens of thousands of people with Covid-19 today are falling all over themselves to wish this mass murderer and the worst criminal in the history of humanity a speedy recovery from his own bout with the virus.
The less hypocritical among them are, at least, lopping off the requisite "Prayers" from their get-well tweets, sending only their ambiguous generic Thoughts. That way, they can leave the interpretation of their mental processes to the imagination of the audience. They can have their politically correct cake and eat it too.
Twitter, meanwhile, has banned all tweets that hope for the death of Trump. One must not speak ill of the ill, at least not until he or she is safely buried. This especially goes for those rude Lefties. The elite centrist #Resistance fighters of the plutocracy have proven once again that they hate the Left more than they hate Trump, when they sanctimoniously chide us not to wish ill upon the criminal ill, with whom they are absolutely complicit.
The quality of Trump's continuing existence remains a mystery. Given the way he's always pumped up his health, virility and stamina, the White House's official statement that he has a slight fever and cough can probably be interpreted as "pneumonia and on a ventilator."
I imagine that if Trump is not on a ventilator or at death's door, then he is being a very difficult patient indeed. According to the divorce testimony of ex-wife Ivana, he was in so much pain after his scalp reduction surgery that he raped her in a fit of rage. He also reportedly called his cosmetic surgeon and threatened to kill him - but only after not paying his bill, suing him, and destroying his practice.
So I hope that Walter Reed and its medical staff are all current on their malpractice insurance premiums. Just that one experimental "monoclonal antibody cocktail" that Trump is reportedly chugging or having injected into his veins has Lawsuit written all over it.
Assuming that Trump does die, despite all the experimental drugs and all the Thoughts and Prayers being spewed his way by his oligarchic peers, we will also be sternly advised not to gloat or celebrate.
Moms Mabley once quipped, "They say you shouldn't say nothing about the dead unless it's good. He's dead. Good!" But you know what? She then proceeded to eventually die herself. Let that be a lesson to all you Lefties getting distastefully happy because the Most Dangerous Threat to Democracy in Our Lifetime may be hovering close to death.
There is a decent interval which must be observed before the trashing of dead master criminals can begin afresh. They say it's out of respect for the surviving crime family members. But it's also a superstition thing, a cultural taboo dating back to pre-Enlightenment times. You just never know how long the ghost will linger around the neighborhood before realizing that it is well and truly dead and finally goes gently into the Great Beyond. And in the pettlly vengeful Trump's case, that waiting-around lingering period might be longer than normal, given how he allegedly will refuse to leave the White House even if he loses the election. Plus, it's getting uncomfortably close to Halloween.
I imagine that just as they did when he dropped his very first big bombs, unleashing "fire and fury like the world as never seen" then more than one pundit will gush on the day of his funeral (after he was finally taken off life support for his low grade fever): "Trump has at last shown the world that he is presidential."
George Bush will share another piece of candy with Michelle Obama. Chelsea Clinton and Ivanka Trump will kiss and make up and become best friends again. President Kamala Harris, who took over when Uncle Joe became shockingly incapacitated when he "caught cold" the day after his election, will prove her presidential solidarity by dropping a few more bombs and imposing new economic sanctions on another poor country with socialistic tendencies.
Am I getting too inappropriately ahead of myself?
Even if Trump does make a complete recovery thanks to the magic of magical thinking, prayer, designer drugs and concierge medical care, I don't believe that either he or his party will be one bit chastened. If anything, he will tout his return to health as proof that the virus is no worse than the common cold. He will market himself as the bullish hero for the cause of White Male Herd Immunity and Survival of the Fittest.
When the elites hypocritically wish for a speedy Trump recovery, what they're really wishing for is the protection of their own Status Quo. When their New York Times editorial board pleads "Get Well, Mr. President," it is for reasons of their own financial and hegemonic security. Apparently, a dysfunctional bedridden Trump will unleash even more "chaos" on the world than the functional Trump has unleashed thus far!
In times of crisis, the public looks to the president for reassurance and guidance. What happens when he is at the heart of that crisis? Public confidence plummets, and tensions rise. Global markets are shaken. Foreign adversaries search for ways to exploit the uncertainty.
Translation: #Russiagate, or the foisting of blame on any manufactured adversary for the social unrest caused by the massive economic inequality engendered by the American ruling class itself, will die over their dead bodies. To keep their dream alive, they must keep their Trump Frankenstein monster alive until they can replace him with a more attractive model more willing to do their bidding with a smile and a smirk and a bushel full of platitudes.
