I take this blog seriously. In it, I try to offer informed aggregation and commentary, and hope that I am never needlessly cruel or uncouth. However, in order to make the point that American politics has clearly entered a new phase in its embrace of the theatre of the absurd, I must depart somewhat from those guidelines.
This morning I was reading, as I always do, The Star's Vinay Menon. A very entertaining columnist, he writes with wit and verve, often capturing the absurdities of life. In his latest piece, he writes about Don Trump's daughter-in-law, Lara. (Yes, the same Lara who recently became co-chair of the Republican National Committee (RNC) and instituted loyalty oaths for prospective employees, thus making the Trump takeover and makeover of the Republican Party complete.)
Not surprisingly for a family that cultivates delusional thinking, Ms. Trump now fancies herself a songstress, belting out tunes to promote her father-in-law's 'vision' for America. I therefore offer two of them for your consideration, although I strongly advise listening only to a few seconds of each to confirm how execrably tuneless the woman is. (My wife threatened severe retribution if I played any more than that.)
Just one more thing: in clicking on the following, you are accepting the disclaimer that I cannot be held liable for any psychic or aural damage you may suffer from your exposure to Ms. Trump's stylings.
