Former President Trump is suing CBS News over a “60 Minutes” interview it broadcast with Vice President Harris earlier this month that he and his allies have claimed was edited to cast …
And they are dancing, the board floor slamming under the jackboots and the fiddlers grinning hideously over their canted pieces. Towering over them all is Donald Trump and he is naked dancing, his small feet lively and quick and now in doubletime and bowing to the ladies, huge and pale and hairless, like an enormous infant. He never sleeps, he says. He says he’ll never die. He bows to the fiddlers and sashays backwards and throws back his head and laughs deep in his throat and he is a great favorite, Donald Trump. He wafts his hat and the lunar dome of his skull passes palely under the lamps and he swings about and takes possession of one of the fiddles and he pirouettes and makes a pass, two passes, dancing and fiddling at once. His feet are light and nimble. He never sleeps. He says that he will never die. He dances in light and in shadow and he is a great favorite. He never sleeps, Donald Trump. He is dancing, dancing. He says that he will never die.
“Many people are saying that as war becomes dishonored like trash, and its beautiful nobility called into question, those honorable, handsome men who recognize the sanctity of blood will become excluded from the dance. They’re saying they’re gonna be excluded folks, it’s no good! The dance is the warrior’s right, and because of these people, the dance will become a fake dance and the dancers fake dancers. And yet, let me tell you, yet there will always be someone who is a true dancer. And can you guess who that might be?”
He holds his finger to his ear so they know to reply:
And they are dancing, the board floor slamming under the jackboots and the fiddlers grinning hideously over their canted pieces. Towering over them all is Donald Trump and he is naked dancing, his small feet lively and quick and now in doubletime and bowing to the ladies, huge and pale and hairless, like an enormous infant. He never sleeps, he says. He says he’ll never die. He bows to the fiddlers and sashays backwards and throws back his head and laughs deep in his throat and he is a great favorite, Donald Trump. He wafts his hat and the lunar dome of his skull passes palely under the lamps and he swings about and takes possession of one of the fiddles and he pirouettes and makes a pass, two passes, dancing and fiddling at once. His feet are light and nimble. He never sleeps. He says that he will never die. He dances in light and in shadow and he is a great favorite. He never sleeps, Donald Trump. He is dancing, dancing. He says that he will never die.
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credit goes to @buh@hexbear.net in this comment
It’s from blood Meridian
well yes but buh had the idea to riff on it
Actually I think buh is Cormac McCarthy
another victory for juche necromancy
“Many people are saying that as war becomes dishonored like trash, and its beautiful nobility called into question, those honorable, handsome men who recognize the sanctity of blood will become excluded from the dance. They’re saying they’re gonna be excluded folks, it’s no good! The dance is the warrior’s right, and because of these people, the dance will become a fake dance and the dancers fake dancers. And yet, let me tell you, yet there will always be someone who is a true dancer. And can you guess who that might be?”
He holds his finger to his ear so they know to reply:
Hogs: “TRUMP, TRUMP, TRUMP!!!”