Trump Assassination Attempt Investigations

Remind me again, what is the name of his child with Grimes?
Yeah. That's the guy we want running the investigation.
 
UNCBAdookJD said:
Why is this even still a topic? The requisite thoughts and prayers time has elapsed. It’s just a fact of life, we have to move on.
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Mainly now b/c Team Trump is starting to amplify wild claims that not only is Trump being targeted everywhere he goes, but that his fans are also being targeted. It *could* be true, but so far the bomb threat to the NY event turned out to be bogus and the attendee claims of "nerve gas" attack in AZ seem absurd (and likely tied to the many cases of heat exhaustion reported at this and similar events with long wait times in extreme temperatures).
 
CFordUNC said:
Asking with sincerity: is it actually an “assassination attempt” if no shots were actually fired at the former president by a would-be assassin?

The first occurrence in July was absolutely an assassination attempt, obviously. This one, though? Sounds like the Secret Service found a guy hiding in the bushes with a gun and a scope. In other words, a Sunday in the free state of Florida.
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If I were in Trump's position, and there was a crazy person hiding for 12 hours in the bushes outside my home, with an AK/scope, waiting to kill me.... I'd say that's an assassination attempt.
 
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ZenMode said:
If I were in Trump's position, and there was a crazy person hiding for 12 hours in the bushes outside my home, with an AK/scope, waiting to kill me.... I'd say that's an assassination attempt.
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Way late, chief. I said that I agreed like a week ago
 


“… Wallace did have his moments as a performer. He had Mr. Trump’s genius for public effrontery. He stood in the door of the University of Alabama to block the entry of two black students. His rallies were raucous carnivals.

Like Mr. Trump, Wallace favored jeering invective and vivid mockery. He had a bobbing-and-weaving sense of humor. He sneered at “pointy-headed intellectuals who can’t park their bicycles straight.”

His rhetoric foreshadowed MAGA, especially in his emphasis on middle American common sense and a resentful pride—implicitly underdog—that was arrayed against “the elites.”

In Mr. Wallace’s universe, common sense meant states’ rights and segregation—an only slightly gentrified version of John C. Calhoun’s ideas on slavery and nullification. Wallace, at least, deferred to the Emancipation Proclamation.

But on that night years ago, Little George put his finger on the alarming quality that both men shared.

Donald Trump, like George Wallace, knows how to ignite violent American emotions. Mr. Trump dances, as Mr. Wallace did, on the precipice of America’s id. His speeches open up a can of whoop-ass: It isn’t hard to set a mob on the path.

The trouble is that Pandora’s box is indiscriminate. The passions that inspire his followers may motivate his political enemies, too, including the crazy ones.

There are millions of assault rifles in closets and lockers across the country; it takes only one.

… Normally, it’s unfair to blame the victim (in this case, the assassins’ target, Mr. Trump). But it isn’t as if he is Abraham Lincoln out for an evening at the theater with his wife. Those who play around with the deepest rages of a divided country that has a Second Amendment and a history of violence shouldn’t be surprised to find themselves, at the end of the game, endangered by their own reckless eloquence.

It’s a curious thing about Mr. Trump. He doesn’t seem to learn his lessons as an ordinary person might. It is even more curious that until now, he has gotten away with not learning them. He is an oblivious Houdini who escapes, every time, from scandals, indictments, impeachments and, now and then, from assassins’ bullets. His life has become a comic book, and he (BIFF! POW!—always prevailing) appears to imagine, at 78, that he is immortal. He seems to think he is immune to the laws of physics, just as Wile E. Coyote imagines himself to be safe when he tiptoes out into open space above the canyon. Only when he is some yards out does he look down and understand that he, too, is subject to the laws of gravity. …”
 
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