Ok, excuse me. But fuck you:
That may be the most grotesque statement coming from an Attorney general I’ve ever heard. he’s making Bondi look like a straight arrow by comparison. He is a dangerous man.
The American people and the press have a right to criticize our president all we want, and even “call him horrible names for no reason.” It’s called freedom of speech you cretin. This guy is worse than I originally thought although I should never assume anything but the worst with these people.
Blanche also extolled the virtues of the Big Beautiful Ballroom which is so far out of his lane as to be over a cliff. But then he is now the Justice Department’s acting head cheerleader as well as Attorney General, working overtime to prove to Dear Leader that he is deserving of the top stop permanently.
Paul Waldman ably dispatched that fatuous nonsense in a great piece at Public Notice today. An excerpt:
Acting Attorney General Todd Blanche has sprung into action. He sent a letter Sunday to the lawyer representing the National Trust for Historic Preservation, demanding that the group drop its lawsuit challenging the way the ballroom steamrolled over the normal process for such projects.
“Your lawsuit puts the lives of the President, his family, and his staff at grave risk,” Blanche wrote.
How we survived this long as a country without it is hard to fathom; the memory of the Founding Fathers will forever be tainted by their failure to include in the Constitution a ballroom provision.
“Fight! Fight! Fight!”
If you asked Trump and his movement to select one image to encapsulate everything important about him and his movement, it would be the photograph taken as he was led away from the stage in Butler, blood streaming down his face from a nick to his ear produced by the would-be assassin’s near miss.
Ever the showman, in that moment Trump knew all the cameras were on him, and he stopped to raise his fist to the crowd and shout (or at least mouth; the audio is unclear): “Fight! Fight! Fight!”
It’s impossible not to think of that image after Saturday, even if Trump’s exit from the dinner was rather less vigorous (he tripped and fell as Secret Service agents bodied him from the dais).
Immediately after Butler — and ever since — Trump and his supporters put that image everywhere. It hangs, poster-sized, in the Grand Foyer of the White House. The Treasury Department is considering putting it on a commemorative coin, without the blood but with the words “FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT” around the perimeter. You can buy a “Fight Fight Fight” Trump-branded watch for $499, with payment accepted in the president’s now nearly worthless meme coin.
The message of “Fight! Fight! Fight!” is not that political violence has become a national crisis, or even that it is wrong. Speaking to reporters after returning to the White House on Saturday evening, Trump himself didn’t say so; instead he characterized this latest incident as one more testament to his greatness.
“I’ve studied assassinations, and I must tell you, the most impactful people, the people that do the most … they’re the ones that they go after,” he said. “And I hate to say I’m honored by that, but I’ve done a lot.”
The message of “Fight! Fight! Fight!” is that violence must be met with more violence, and the moral valence of that violence is solely determined by the political affiliation of the perpetrators and victims.
Liberals being targeted is either no big deal or the subject of comedy. And then there’s this:
Violence committed by MAGA itself, on the other hand, is heroic. The January 6 insurrectionists all get pardons, their attempt to overthrow the government recast as a patriotic “day of love.” Kyle Rittenhouse, who killed two people and wounded a third in Kenosha, is invited to Mar-a-Lago and held up as an example for others to emulate. An army of masked thugs is sent into every corner of America and given free rein to treat those they encounter with maximum brutality. And when some of those thugs gun down Renée Good and then Alex Pretti in the street for the crime of standing up for their neighbors, the immediate response from the administration, before the details are known, is to call the killings not regrettable but the brave actions of heroes.
The idea that violence is good when directed at those we hold in contempt is a signature of this administration, at home and abroad. Secretary of Defense Pete Hegseth literally prays to God for “overwhelming violence of action against those who deserve no mercy,” and seems to take an almost erotic thrill at the killing, whether those being ripped to pieces by American missiles are Venezuelan fishermen (aka “narcoterrorists”) or whoever happens to be in the wrong place at the wrong time in Tehran.
They wallow in violence and love to threaten their enemies with it. This idea that they are solely victims of such behavior is gaslighting on a grand scale.
And Waldman gets it exactly right that Trump is thrilled that he has yet another narrative at hand to push his Christlike martyrdom and exhort his followers to recommit their fealty and exact vengeance in his name. I haven’t seen him and happy and energetic as he was at that press conference after the attack on Saturday night in months. These attempts give him life and nourish his empty moral center.








