I can't wait until tomorrow morning to post this. It must be said, and it must be said NOW.
At a rally in Wilmington, North Carolina, this morning, he said this:
If she gets to pick her judges...... nothing you can do, folks.(Pause. Tilt of the head. Quick glance at the podium as he turns to the front and finishes:
Although the 2nd Amendment people, maybe there is, I don't know.Trump's people can spin that six ways from Sunday, but they can't take away my gasp. They can blather on about the power of unification but my heart and my brain and my fight-or-flight reflexes were all in agreement - he was wondering if those with guns might use them against a sitting President of the United States.
His people can assure me that he was speaking about the NRA's massive electoral presence until they run out of breath, but I heard it, undiluted, and, I know what he said. He didn't mention lobbyists. He said The Second Amendment People. Am I the only one who conflates that with Those Who Own Guns?
Do I think he really was calling on armed assassins to stalk Hillary's bus? No, but only because that would require a plan and I don't think there's much chance of The Donald coming up with a plan for anything. No, because I don't think there's much connection between his mouth and his brain. No, because if it were a credible threat the Secret Service and the FBI would be all over him..... wouldn't they?
Has he deadened our senses so much that we are able to laugh and take his words, the best words, the really good words, as sarcasm, as a throw away line, as meaningless? Rational people, the Trump supporters told me on NPR, would know what he meant.
I think Gabby and Mark said it best:
Donald Trump might astound Americans on a routine basis, but we must draw a red line between political speech and suggestions of violence. Responsible, stable individuals won’t take Trump’s rhetoric to its literal end, but his words may provide a magnet for those seeking infamy. They may provide inspiration or permission for those bent on bloodshed.Gabby and I have standing on this issue. We were shot by a young man seeking infamy, a young man whose passions were inflamed by hateful rhetoric, a young man who had easy access to a Glock 9mm and the bullets that perforated my hip and Gabby's brain and killed Christina-Taylor.
This is real stuff, Mr. Trump. I cried. I sweated. I shook and am still shaking. I was having a very nice day until you opened your mouth. Now, I'm sad. I'm anxious. I'm quivering.
You are a blowhard. You are hurtful. Your actions shame the party of Abraham Lincoln. All that is global. Today, you hit me where it hurts the most.