Jelly Belly

Chris Hayes pointed out tonight that Donald Trump says over and over that we are the highest taxed developed nation on the planet. The claim is easily checked. We are, in fact, almost the lowest taxed developed nation. But Trump’s notion of truth and facts is as primitive as his bloated body decay.

Trump believes that truth is flexibly determined by a kind of vote. To defend his lie about tax rates, he claims that many very smart people agree with him. That’s a lie, but to the Minority President, If many people agree that Hugh Hefner died a virgin, then it becomes a fact as far as Trump is concerned.

In English we determine the truth of sentences in a variety of ways. If someone claims that Babe Ruth hit 65 home runs in one season, we can look up Ruth’s hitting feats in a baseball book. If someone claims that a pound of feathers is lighter than a pound of lead, we can weigh them and compare the results. If a friend insists that Joe Cocker never sang “Into The Mystic,” we can google the song. And so on.  Voting doesn’t come into it. 

Trump is a dope, of course, so stupid that he somehow got himself out front on the national stage, where his feckless brainlessness would certainly be exposed every single embarrassing day. Until a year or two back, he’d been protected by mounds of his father’s money, bodyguards, Chinese banks, whatever. Now he’s a malignant International fool, a strutting, naked jelly belly.