Story and photos by Greg Miley, Speakin’ Out News staff writer and photographer
This is an opinion column.
I wish I could pick the winning lottery numbers (in Georgia, Florida, Tennessee, or Mississippi, of course) after the numbers were selected and still collect the winnings. (I wish I could pick them in Alabama, too, but that’s another column for another day.)
I wish I could’ve saddled up to the window at Belmont Park Saturday afternoon and bet on Mo Donegal just as the colt pulled away from the field in the final furlough of the 145th
Belmont Stakes, and still pocketed the winnings.
I wish I could bet on the winner of the NBA Finals after players from either Golden State or Boston begin kissing the Lawrence O’Brien Champion- ship Trophy as celebratory confetti rains down upon them, and still have the good, understanding folks in Las Vegas pay the bet. (I picked the Warriors in seven, by the way; no, I did not bet.)
Donald Trump endorsed Katie Britt in the Republican run-off for one of the state’s U.S. Senate seats late Friday evening – nine hours and 25 minutes after a poll showed her 18 points in front of Mo Brooks, the jilted one, the one Trump publicly excoriated, publicly flogged, for failing to sufficiently endorse the pitiable accusations of fraud regarding the 2020 presidential elections. Which Trump lost. Period.
The endorsement also came less than a week after at least one expert declared her “in the driver’s seat” after receiving 45 percent of the primary vote when she won 62 of 67 counties; Brooks won just five.
Really, dude?
Trump seems to wish the good folks of Alabama—the good Republican folks—will still give him the W when Britt moonwalks to the win on June 21. He wants the winning scratch-off ticket after someone else’s finger- nails have already revealed the bounty.
No, sir. Sorry, not a chance.
I’m not going to parrot any of the platitudes Trump rained upon Britt with his endorsement because they’re as empty as sugarless Kool-Aid. Echk.
Trump must also believe y’all are gullible guppies. He must believe Britt’s brigades breathed a collective sigh of relief when Trump deigned his blessing and will pat him on the back on election night.
He must believe y’all will ignore his cowardly cowering on the sidelines during the weeks leading up to the primary and now sing Hallelujah.
Well, I’m going to stand up for you, for you good Republicans. You’re not that gullible. You, like me, probably rolled your eyes when the endorsement was revealed.
When it came, too, just after the conclusion of Day One of the U.S. House Select Committee’s investigation into the Jan. 6 attack on our democracy at the U.S. Capitol. After the committee, the bipartisan committee, rolled out a parade of Trump allies, family members, and sycophants who all but showed him, not the 2020 election, to be the fraud he clings to like life- blood.
You’re not that gullible. You’re not going to give him the W. Not this one.
His bet is null, void—and really just lame.
We know, of course, it’s a power play. A power play for what is all but assuredly a gimme-back-the-Oval run in 2024. A power play for control of the Republican Party, which is right now finally wrestling with what it is, and wants to be.
Wrestling as a preponderance of Americans are saying, finally, they don’ want 18-year-olds to be able to buy guns, that there ar enough AR-15s in the world
As a preponderance o Americans is saying, finally they’re weary from the divisiveness, that they wis those open to hearing an not just wailing find some common grounds that make us better—as Americans.
Trump’s mid-term power play, thus far, has been rewarded mixly (yeah, I likel made up a word.) In elections last month, some o his endorsements mattered some did not—as the Republican party, as Republican candidates, too, wrestle with who they are, who the want to be.
I’ll stand up for y’all to day.
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