For optimal effect, prior to playing back the clip, above, read the set up, below…
From 1973 – 82, long before the Real Donald became a (four-letter) household word, we found the clever (perhaps even clairvoyant) Match Game writers submitting dozens of Dumb Donald scenarios for emcee Gene Rayburn to recite to the panelists, contestants and all who were playing along in the home and studio audiences… situations such as…
“The Army Sergeant said, ‘Private Dumb Donald is so dumb, I told him
we were going to study guerilla warfare, so he showed up with a _____.’”
Granted, the responses of this episode’s celeb panelists and contestant do wind up tapping more into the guerilla / gorilla wordplay rather than foreseeing the Real Donald’s psychotic, unpatriotic and politically opportunistic flaws. Even so, they do loosely tie into our discussion.
In the players’ defense, who could’ve ever, in their worst night terrors, dreamed up a POTUS waging his private guerilla war AGAINST America… i.e., first, willfully invading U.S. cities… deploying his private army / goons… for the express purpose of trampling peaceable protestors’ 1st Amendment Rights AND, next, incorporating his war zones’ film footage into his deviously crafted, campaign commercials… ads a.k.a. his last ditch, futile attempt to (superficially) man up his flaccid image. And that’s really dumb!
The Real Donald’s estranged niece, author and shrink Mary Trump would likely concur. In her recently published expose… Too Much and Never Enough: How My Family Created the World’s Most Dangerous Man… she relates how her Uncle Donny had cheated… hired a pal, Joe Shapiro, to take an SAT test for him.
Once again, that was… still is… really dumb. How dumb is it?
It’s doubtful that the Real Donald ever attended any courses that would’ve taught him how warfare… be it guerilla, conventional or nuclear… be it foreign or civil… should always be the very last option on the table and… more to the point… is a monumentally dumb way to attempt snagging a second term.
The only thing dumber would be if too many dumb voters buy into such chicanery.
If poetic justice rules, come Election Day 2020, the Real Donald will wind up slipping on the proverbial, metaphorical banana peel and, in defeat, fall flat on his fat Fascist fanny.
Let’s playback our Match Game clip to discover the rest of the story… i.e., how many celebrities Mr. Rayburn’s contestant will match…
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