b. traven
Even Nigel Farage, former leader of the English right-wing, Islamaphobic UKIP party can’t believe what the Trump-led Republican Party gets away with in our country. He is a leader who is well experienced in throwing half-truths against the wall, and seeing if they stick. In the case of the recent referendum, his Party was the leader in this practice and helping to get British voters to vote to leave the European Union.
So it is now with the Trump Republicans thinking it is Spring Training for the big leagues, and soon one of their excuses for Melania Trumps plagiarism at the RNC will stick to the wall.
First came their denial that they were in Spring Training and no excuse was needed for Melania’s educated words that Michele Obama had used eight years ago to sell another candidate. That short memory had worked very well for Donald in his primary lies, half truths, and just plain old bad throws. When even the media didn’t seem to buy that one they tried to blame a ghost writer for the speech, but Melania had sort of pulled the rug from that one since she originally claimed she had written her speech.
By the third day the Party thought they had hit a home run with this one. The Ghost writer revealed herself and made a statement that she indeed took responsibility but it was based on Melania Trump’s great admiration for Michele Obama’s 2008 speech that those words were included in her speech to the 2016 Republican convention.
Now how could any “left wing press” not let that one stick to the wall.
Nigel Farage, bow your head. Unlike you English, we are truly an exceptional people.
The Contrary Perspective 
Truly Exceptional!
I don’t know if this is the only one so far, but yesterday The Federalist launched a tu quoque deflection missile at a Democratic target. Well, re-launched this missile, to be completely accurate:
But these recipes (“Cold Omelets with Crab Meat” and “Crab with Tomato Mayonnaise Dressing”) appear to have been ripped nearly verbatim from an article written by Pierre Franey and published in The New York Times News Service five years earlier, Legal Insurrection noted.
Michael Patrick Leahy pointed out the similarities back in 2012:
Ms. Warren’s 1984 recipe for Crab with Tomato Mayonnaise Dressing is a word-for-word copy of Mr. Franey’s [of The New York Times News Service] 1979 recipe.
Mrs. Warren’s 1984 recipe for Cold Omelets with Crab Meat contains all four of the ingredients listed in Mr. Franey’s 1979 recipe in the exact same portion but lists five additional ingredients. More significantly, her instructions are virtually a word for word copy of Mr. Franey’s instructions from this 1979 article. Both instructions specify the use of a ‘seven inch Teflon pan.’
Isnrchrdr.. Well I guess that is an infraction that the Republicans could hang their hats on if Clinton were foolish enough to select Warren as her running mate. But Clinton’s background check has undoubtedly discovered this foul bit of food plagiarism on Warren’s part and put the utterly clean Tim Kaine up front front whose honest views to take it easy on the much benighted banksters show his compassion and deep seated honesty on who really pays the pols, oh! I meant ‘bills’..
The repetitive statements happen because the abyss between the have and the have nots has again become too deep. The haves cannot avoid the mandatory speech but actually they do not have any message to send out. They are like highly decorative crystal containers just to be placed on the shelf to be admired. But they are empty containers.
The photo cracks me up. Left is Dumbledore, right is Volemort?
I don’t know anything about the charge of plagiarism by The Donald’s third trophy wife, although its seems quite likely in this case. Still, I remember when Joe Biden swiped a whole bunch of words from a British politician and that pretty much sank his presidential campaign then and there. From Wikipedia:
“Biden announced his candidacy in June 1987, and was considered one of the potentially strongest candidates in the field. However, in September 1987, newspaper stories stated he had plagiarized a speech by British politician Neil Kinnock. Other allegations of past law school plagiarism and exaggerating his academic record soon followed. Biden withdrew from the race later that month.”
So there you have it, fellow crimestoppers. The precedent for disqualification due to plagiarism does exist. On the other hand, such standards of literary ethics most properly relate to the candidate himself, and not the human arm candy with whom he consorts for public admiration and approbation.
In the case of Der Trumpenfuhrer, though, his usual babbling and gobbledegook, almost always repeated several times per phrase, defies comparison with those who actually speak and write coherent English. I think the Latin expression sui generis applies to him. One of a kind and thank goodness for that.
Mike. The reason that spousal plagiarism is important in the ‘Donald case’ is that Trump and the Republican Party let her polarize in her speech as the lead convention speaker in nominating Trump. If you are a megalomaniac and have a model with a great figure as a wife you would want to let people know that she is smart enough to put together a high faluting speech. This is true after you have lied that she is a college graduate with a degree in ‘architecture’.
Don’t get me wrong, Traven. I don think for a minute that The Donald’s third trophy wife wrote a word, let alone a line, of her convention speech. Really rich people usually hire that sort of thing done. Most politicians do, too. Certainly President Obama does. Really rich and powerful people have loftier concerns than writing speeches, like which diamond necklace or bracelet to wear to a given party so as to impress their leisure class “competitors.” I find it riotously funny that anyone takes these pretentious clowns the least bit seriously. If You-Know-Her can’t knock off these rank rookies without breaking a sweat, then America will get what it deserves, which it will in any case. I don’t excuse plagiarism, and if The Donald has to find himself a fourth trophy wife, fast, because this one blew her big speech, then I suppose he will have no trouble doing that. Who in the rabid Republican rabble will notice, in any case? One trophy model wife pretty much looks like any other.
But really, I can’t work up the least care about Republicans, anyway, since Bawl and Pillory Clinton have pretty much pushed them off the right-hand shoulder of the country’s political road and taken their place. So if these entitled hothouse orchids in Cleveland really think they have a chance at running the United States government, then something truly awful awaits what Gore Vidal called “The United States of Amnesia,” which, in any case, will not remember what it did the day before.
Frankly, I haven’t paid much attention to the extended Two Minutes Hate going down in Cleveland right now. I plan on voting for Dr. Jill Stein of the Green Party who calls American foreign policy “a marketing strategy for weapons manufacturers.” How absolutely true. But you won’t hear anything like that in either Cleveland or Philadelphia this summer. I saw an article on the Huffington Post the other day by two idiots — clearly in the bag for Your-Know-Her — who accused Russian President Vladimir Putin — one of the world’s premier statesmen — of creating Donald Trump just so that Russia can invade everybody and rule the world. No kidding. Complete and utter bullshit like that. So, good luck with that Philadelphia thing next week. Don’t forget to write and tell me all about it.
No one in either the Republican or Democratic parties — the two faces of the Oligarchy Property Party — speaks to me about anything I consider important, so I usually hit the mute button and just watch their eyes bulge out while their lying lips move and their faces turn crimson with fake rage, sort of like New Jersey Governor Chris Christie doing his impression of the great white shark in “Jaws.” I learned to do things like that back in 1968 while in the Navy whenever President Lyndon Johnson would come on the television with his hound-dog face, mournfully moaning about how really bad he felt having to kill all those millions of Southeast Asian “boys.” One of my friends and I would put a record on the stereo turntable and while Johnson’s lying lips moved silently on the TV screen, we would listen to our favorite rock group, The Fugs, scream: “NOTHING! NOTHING! NOTHING! NOTHING!” Stuff like that. I sure wish I had that old record. I think I can find it on youtube, though. But I can’t work up the slightest interest anymore. I have better things to do sculpting my gargoyles and writing an essay on “Still Kicking the Vietnam Syndrome.”
Good luck with that Philadelphia thing next week.