No Biggie, but They Tried to Murder Trump
It’s been nearly three weeks since somebody shot President Trump, and you’d never know it if you didn’t remember it. Google has already buried it. Try googling “assassination of Donald Trump” and see what happens. Go in there and Google “Trump is literally Hitler,” and you know it’s going to autocomplete that. But shooting the candidate supported by half of America? No, we’re going to forget about that.
The loser who shot Donald Trump was obviously some leftist-inspired weirdo. We don’t know much about him. We don’t know anything about his family. We’ve seen a couple of clips of local media interviewing his acquaintances. Now, if it had been a MAGA busting caps on Democrats, they’d have been very interested in what happened. It would be 24/7 about how Donald Trump‘s hateful rhetoric created an environment ripe for murder. But of course, it was Donald Trump and some patriots who got shot, and since the Democrats’ hate that inspired it, you’re not going to hear anything at all.
A lot of conservatives think this was a conspiracy to kill Donald Trump, and after the last few years, don’t look to me to tell you to take off the tinfoil hat. They have not earned our default rejection of the worst-case scenario. Maybe the CIA programmed this weirdo to go and do the deed, but I tend not to believe in conspiracy theories because I don’t think our enemies are competent to pull them off. This was more like a soft conspiracy. They pegged the hate meter into the deep red so that unstable people would get the message that you better shoot this guy, or he’s going to literally Mussolini all over America. Combine that with a Secret Service leadership that finds it hilarious not to give Donald Trump the security he needs because Take that, Trump! and you have a recipe for murder. A man is dead because of it, and they don’t care.
But was this a conscious plan? At some point, gross negligence and active malice become almost indistinguishable. If this was planned, what would they have done differently? Still, there were a lot of moving pieces and a lot of different agencies. The Secret Service did not tell cops not to get on that roof. The Secret Service just failed to make sure someone did. And the failure is spread around so no one is truly responsible. We learned a principle of warfare pretty early in officer school, and that’s unity of command. There’s one guy in charge. He makes the final decisions, and he’s the guy who is responsible for the mission. Now ask yourself this question: “What’s the name of the guy in charge in Butler, Pennsylvania, that day?”
We don’t know. Sure, the DEI halfwit allegedly in charge of the Secret Service was sacrificed as a scapegoat, but who was in charge at the scene? What was his name? Or her name? Or their name. How come we don’t know who that person is?
Let’s talk about this shooter and his rifle. The Secret Service knew he was walking around. They saw him doing things. Nobody went and got him. Nobody raised the alarm. “Hey, we had a weirdo on a roof. What’s up with that? Maybe the president shouldn’t speak for a minute until we take care of it.” That didn’t happen.
We hear a lot about his marksmanship skills, but he didn’t have any. He apparently took eight shots and managed only to nick Donald Trump’s ear. People keep saying that a headshot at that distance is a relatively routine shot, but most people aim center mass. He was probably aiming at that, and he missed seven of eight and barely nicked his target once. This was no Day of the Jackal; it was Day of the Jackass.
So what does this whole sordid thing tell us? First, the Democrats inspired the attack on Donald Trump with their lies and garbage rhetoric. It no doubt preyed upon the mind of a loser and got him to throw his life away, botching his attempt to write his name in the history books.
The Secret Service brought further discredit upon itself. The federal government was never perfect, but were its component parts always grossly incompetent? If you look at what happened with Donald Trump with Ronald Reagan in 1981 after that guy shot him in a bit for the attentions of Jodie Foster – talk about barking up the wrong tree – the photos show butch-looking Secret Service dudes with massive labels packing Uzis and .357 magnums looking like they were ready to fight and win World War III. Yeah, bad guys do bad things. The enemy gets a vote. But those guys looked tough. You look at today’s Secrets Service, with roly-poly agents who can’t even holster their guns, and your mind starts playing circus music.
But while the government humiliated itself, Donald Trump walked away bloody but defiant and unbound, his fist raised in the sky. Oh, you’re not going to see much of that iconic photograph anymore. They’re going to memory hole that, too. But they can’t memory hole our memories. We remember. We know. Donald Trump distinguished himself from the kind of femmy wussboys who jumped on Pete Buttigieg’s “White Dudes For Kamala” fundraising call. And the left knows it.
They tried to kill Donald Trump, not specifically, not planning it down to the gnat’s rear end, but by creating an environment where it could happen and ensuring the failed security that would let it. They thought they would rid themselves of the problem of Donald Trump. But they got Donald Trump the Legend, and we won’t forget that.
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