Remember Mafioso Vincent Gigante in his newsboy cap and bathrobe, faking lunacy (unsuccessfully)? Well, this is the same (lunacy) except genuine.

Yes, yes, I know: we are well and truly effed. But, who knows, perhaps in a generation or three a nice man, a more modish Basil Fawlty perhaps, will take pity and advise compatriots about to deal with Americanos: "Listen, don't mention the war!"

At least German legislators took a vote on the Enabling Act (1933), with the majority rolling over with their affirmative vote for Hitler.
Trump let his capons in the Republican controlled legislature roll over without a vote or even a whimper.

Pogo was right.

HELIUMRAT - But that's just part of the story. What did AI have to say? "Lay off the vindaloo"?

Willard: They told me that you had gone totally insane, and that your methods were unsound.
Kurtz: Are my methods unsound?
Willard: I don't see any method at all, sir.
(Apocalypse Now [1979])

Trump has a coward's infatuation with war.

Barron, not "Barton" - which is easy to remember, since Barton was a Fink and Barron is an alias the yute's daddy made up to lie to media.

If the draft was up and running we would soon learn some medical news: "bone spurs" are inherited.

Rumor, the coin of the Trumpian realm, has it Barton's daddy has a new Trump family invented escutcheon in the works. It consists of an obese chicken hawk squatting over a nest filled with golden eggs and the motto "War: Good for thee, but not for me."

Something that warrants reposting now and then.

Ask the Trumps. Since the first Fred Trump came to the US and found his life's dream running a Klondike brothel, not one member of Donald Trump's family has served in this nation's peacetime or wartime military. World War 1? No. World War 2? Missed it. Korea? Nope. Vietnam? Old Yeller ain't called "Cadet Bone Spurs" for nothing. Any other service to the country? Nossir. That, dontcha know, is for suckahs and kewzers.

And for this one?