IS TRUMP TOO RUDE?

The president wrote, “If I ever meet you on the street, you’re going to need a new nose job and a supporter below.”  At a Jewish Seminary in New York, he blurted out “I am King Cyrus!”  The thing is that wasn’t Trump…
It was President Harry Truman.  Okay, here’s a president who puts his intention to commit felony assault in writing—imagine that tweet! 
He essentially calls himself the reincarnation of King Cyrus—delusional?
Oh, and did you know he tried to get power to draft an entire labor union into the Army to punish them for striking?  Trump is tame by comparison.
Imagine what CNN would do to Harry Truman today, if Harry was a republican. 
Mark Twain said, “facts are a stubborn thing.”  It’s a fact Richard Nixon and Lyndon Johnson nursed greater hatred for the media in their day than Trump does today.

 

This historical perspective shows us Trump is not the madman, the media needs him to be.   
Notice I said need.  They need to destroy him.  It is a bottomless need.  It is a need so intense it consumed all rational journalism.  Facts are irrelevant. Any good Trump does must be ignored or twisted into evil.  They have sold their souls.  Alec Baldwin said, “there is no way to be too nasty to Trump.”
The need has reduced them to pathetic, blithering automatons who must tell the most trivial lies about him: killing goldfish, and how many scoops of ice cream he takes.
Instead of learning from the spanking they got during the election—they increased the dosage of venom.  It’s no longer about ratings—as CNN so eloquently proves—it is only about destroying Trump, even if it means self destruction.
A football player gets punched but the ref doesn’t see it, but he does see the victim punch back and flags him?  Times a million, welcome to Trump’s world.  
Not only is Trump not crazy.  Not only are his outbursts understandable.  He has behaved with greater restraint than his predecessors who could never imagine this tyranny of fake news. -Mario Murillo

Footnotes:  My sources:

1. Truman letter to Paul Hume:

“Mr. Hume:

“I’ve just read your lousy review of Margaret’s concert. I’ve come to the conclusion that you are an ‘eight ulcer man on four ulcer pay.’

“It seems to me that you are a frustrated old man who wishes he could have been successful. When you write such poppy-cock as was in the back section of the paper you work for it shows conclusively that you’re off the beam and at least four of your ulcers are at work.

“Someday I hope to meet you. When that happens, you’ll need a new nose, a lot of beefsteak for black eyes, and perhaps a supporter below!

“[Newspaper columnist Westbrook] Pegler, a gutter snipe, is a gentleman alongside you. I hope you’ll accept that statement as a worse insult than a reflection on your ancestry.”

‘H.S.T.’