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.Quote:The Beauty of "Fire And Fury"
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The more Republican spokes-whores and WH insiders dismiss Fire And Fury as gossip-laden pulp fiction, the more interest there is among the citizenry in reading it.
The fact is that many people who normally eschew “political” books will read one that is described as being full of salacious tidbits about the people they see and hear on a regular basis – especially given that those people are still part of the current administration. That has been proven true over decades; if it weren’t a fact, Hollywood gossip tabloids would have ceased to exist long ago.
Given that Trump is a proven liar, and his administration and toadies have regularly blurred the lines between what is fact and what is fiction on his behalf, the truthfulness of Woolf’s book has been rendered almost irrelevant.
The American public is going to eat it up, one way or the other – and speculation about what actually IS factual and what is embellishment or the imaginings of the author will have little impact on the discussions that will be taking place at office water coolers and elsewhere across the nation.
From what I’ve seen thus far of the book’s excerpts, Woolf’s “insider accounts” of what took place in the WH mesh seamlessly with what we’ve seen of the public Trump and his sycophants – along with what we’ve learned to date from Mueller’s investigation.
We have all witnessed the pattern of behaviour of an out-of-control “pResident”, and the infighting between those jockeying for positions of influence within his sphere, and their willingness to back-bite those they see as competitors for Trump’s favour.
In other words, there is nothing in Woolf’s version of events that doesn’t at least “ring true” – and for many, that’s enough thruthiness to make it wholly believable.
Trump’s outrage at the publication of Fire And Fury is just another self-inflicted wound. Had he and his WH cohorts simply laughed it off as implausible fiction, at least some of the damage would be under control.
But as we’ve seen over and again, Trump can’t resist being his own worst enemy and, in this case as in others, his outrage serves to pour gasoline on what could have been dismissed as an inconvenient fire.
I’ve no doubt that Woolf knew with certainty that Trump would blow his stack, and counted on the fact that his predictable reaction would catapult book sales – and he has been proven correct in that assessment.
If we know nothing else about Trump, we do know this: If you put a gun in his hand, he will aim it at his own head first – while telling his perceived enemies to be very afraid, because he’ll be aiming at them next.
