At least one of the newspapers got it right. Credit: New York Post

I nearly stood up and sang, “You’re a Grand Old Flag.” I find it to be the most rousing patriotic tune.

As The Donald rose from his incompetent (or complicit) Secret Service cover to raise a fist of hope and give zero f*cks to his would-be assassin, a long-dormant patriotic pride swelled in my chest.

Now, that’s the America I remember.

Teddy Roosevelt couldn’t have done it better.

I imagine The Almighty was having a relatively serene day in Heaven when He caught that bullet out of the corner of His omniscient eye.

Perhaps He winked at The Donald to get the great man to turn his head and narrowly avoid a horrific resemblance to JFK.

Maybe He merely exhaled that 10 mph wind to move the bullet off course. I don’t know about you, but I get the chills thinking about it.

No man is an island, as John Donne once sermoned, but The Donald is made of different stuff. And that stuff, whatever it is and wherever it comes from, gives Trump a strength virtually unknown — and sadly, unknowable — in this day and age.

Imagine, for a moment, the irony of pointing a gun at President Potatohead’s cranium. You can imagine his self-deprecating protest, like Captain Renault in Casablanca.

“That’s my least vulnerable spot!” he’d cry.

Jesus wept.

Biden’s empty head, hollow rhetoric, and mistake-riddled policies demand debates on merit. No guns are necessary, warranted, or acceptable to an increasingly congealing old and new Trumpers who know they can win on the issues.

And yet, for the man opposite Biden, a “lone gunman” – their words, not mine – practically trotted onto a rooftop, laid out with a rifle, and nearly took out The Man in the Arena.

From the politicians who said Trump threatened democracy, to the media whores who repeated that claptrap then underplayed the severity of the assassination attempt, to the either incompetent or complicit USG, let’s unpack this near-miss of a disaster.

The Attempt

I won’t rehash the actual shooting, as you can get that information anywhere. Needless to say, some 20-year-old kid named Thomas Matthew Crooks, took more than a few shots at Trump.

That’s because the Secret Service was watching him the entire time and didn’t do a damn thing about it until about fifteen seconds after he started to shoot at Trump.

What makes it more ridiculous is that the public spotted this kid and were shouting at law enforcement to do something about it. Larry Elder also posted this on X:

One local police officer climbed to the roof and encountered Crooks, who pointed his rifle at the officer. The officer retreated down the ladder, and Crooks quickly took a shot toward Trump, and that’s when Secret Service snipers shot him, said the officials, who spoke to The Associated Press on condition of anonymity to discuss an ongoing investigation.

Why did the officer retreat?

Another important question:

Why was this kid in a BlackRock commercial? Is MKUltra still going, or an enormous coincidence?

I’ll leave the snooping on this would-be assassin to you, if you fancy it.

But what on earth was the Secret Service doing?

Disband the Secret Service

Leave it to the nearly forgotten Milo Yiannopoulos to hit the nail on the head:

If there were ever an organization that can’t get politicized, it’s the Secret Service. And yet, that’s what must’ve happened.

Secret Service Director Kimberly Cheatle must be fired immediately. Her dedication to putting females into the service in places they don’t belong led directly to this. Allegedly, the above agent is little over 5’2” and clearly isn’t fighting fit. For reference, Trump is 6’2”.

She also couldn’t re-holster her gun, which I imagine is a job prerequisite.

This is DEI gone insane.

Cheatle wants 30% female recruits by 2030. Why?

But this isn’t the only problem. Where’s RFK Jr’s protection? Will they give it to him now? What’s Biden waiting for? And why did they try to pare down Trump’s protection?

Cheatle, and the entire team running Trump’s “protection,” must resign or be fired today.

It Starts At The Top

Words matter. Organizations and countries take their cues from the top. And the top of the American house has been an embarrassment for too long. Here’s a truckload of proof:

Here’s Senator Rand Paul’s wife, Kelley, calling out Nancy Pelosi, for her hypocrisy:

And here’s Dan Goldman, not minding his mouth:

Of course, SCOTUS did no such thing, but that’s HuffPo for you.

And here’s Jeff Bezos’ paper, comparing Trump to you-know-who.

The New Republic rag just came out with this last month:

All that was summed up excellently in this X post:

Yes, Bill. But you’re assuming the voting machines work and we don’t have a “discovery” of mail-in ballots for only one candidate.

Back to The Donald

Of course, The Donald is fine.

Not only did he dust himself off and clean his ear up, he made his damn tee time yesterday. And in what can only be one of the ultimate Trumpisms, he sank a twenty foot putt on the 9th green and said, “Difference between me and the shooter is I don’t miss!”

Are you kidding me?

Then he got dressed and headed to Milwaukee for this week’s Republican National Convention. He tore up his old speech and is writing an entirely new one based on unity.

As Scott Adams says, “No one reads the room like he does.”

And how about this for an added bonus:

So Trump saved himself, his country, and the markets. Bullets dodged… but sadly, not for everyone.

A Moment to Reflect on a Genuine Loss

This brave man, Corey Comperatore, heard the shots fired, threw his family on the ground, and covered them. One of the bullets fatally wounded him.

His daughter wrote an amazing tribute to him you can read here.

The man earned his wings; I’m terribly sorry for his family that he was taken from them so early.

Wrap Up

Sorry for the shorter-than-expected Rude today, but JFK airport is still a disaster. I have so much more to write about this, such as the media originally saying Trump “fell down” at the rally. As my good friends say, “You don’t hate the mainstream media enough.”

But I’m in New York for two weeks, and I’ll keep a weather eye out from here.

In short, The Donald lived to fight for America for another day. If we have free and fair elections in this country, and they don’t kill him before then, The Donald will win in November in a landslide. He may even flip New York and California, though I wouldn’t bet on it.

And let’s say a prayer for Corey Comperatore and his family. He was a brave man who was taken from his family too soon.

Let’s also be grateful for what we’ve got right now.

Have a great week ahead.