Wednesday, October 24, 2018

If you don't want be called "deplorable," don't act deplorably

As I rule, I want to like First Ladies.* It's an impossible role. There's no job description, yet everyone is ready to tell you that you're doing it wrong. For example: If you pay too much attention to wardrobe and furnishings (from Mary Lincoln to Nancy Reagan), you're superficial. If you aren't a clothes horse (Yoo-hoo! Bess, Rosalyn and Hillary!), you're a depressing drudge. So girls, I've got your back. That includes you, Melania.

Or it did. Until today.

The Clintons and the Obamas received bombs in the mail. Fucking. Bombs. In the mail! I get that Donald Trump wouldn't call them. In that trick bag cranium of his, seeing that his predecessors are OK might be perceived as "weak."

But why hasn't Mrs. Trump publicly reached out to the two couples? To people that she knows who were in peril. Maybe invite them to the White House. Wouldn't that be gracious? Wouldn't that be compassionate? Wouldn't that "be best?"


Uh, Melania? The people beside you just received mail bombs ...

*Except Mamie. In real time, Mrs. Eisenhower was very popular. But from what I've read about JBKO and Pat Nixon, she was a stone bitch.