Alex Pareene writes:
Donald Trump's fake presidential campaign is finished. Not officially (or ... unofficially, or however you classify the de facto end of a fake campaign), but in the only venue that matters when you're still not even close to an actual caucus or primary: the press.
Trump's presidential run is no longer being treated as serious by the easily distracted and resolutely frivolous political press that covered it so thoroughly just a few short weeks ago. While it was always an unamusing joke, the campaign speculation genre dictates that famous fake candidates receive coverage with a level of credulity determined by a complex formula involving the celebrity's Q score, current Nielsen ratings (if any), the early poll numbers of likely non-celebrity candidates, and number of days until the Iowa caucuses. (The celebrity's credibility or odds of actually winning the nomination do not enter into it.) And so, we had what felt like a lifetime of New Hampshire trip coverage and Piers Morgan interviews and "President Trump? It might be more likely than you think!"
Things change. There are many fewer birthers then there were before, and Osama bin Laden is dead, and what passes for serious Republican candidates are forming committees and attending or strategically skipping debates. Mr. Trump, meanwhile, is back to being a television clown. At the moment he is in the midst of the "racial controversy" game that your average B-list reality show personality plays once or twice a year.
On Fox & Friends yesterday morning, Trump called himself the "least racist person there is," which is the sort of quote that sounds like it was constructed by a computer program designed to simulate Donald Trump quotes about race in America. "I have the classiest black friends in the entire world," he didn't add. Some people who've dealt with Trump disagree with his self-assessment, you will probably not be surprised to learn.
http://www.salon.com/news/donald_trump/index.html?story=/politics/war_room/2011/05/10/trump_doneI cannot describe the desolation I feel in mere words.
Wait: Yes I can. EAT SHIT AND DIE, COMBOVER!