Trump and Churchill
Not long ago, it was revealed that Mr. Trump has been lying to the American people about the severity of the COVID-19 crisis. The lies were on tape, with Trump's full knowledge and consent, as he participated 18 interviews with Bob Woodward.
It took about a day for conservative media and Trump's accomplices in the government to come up with their defense. Since they couldn't claim it was fake (it was Trump on tape, after all) what they settled on was the President was being a responsible leader by trying to calm the nation. You know, like Churchill or FDR.
That's not MY comparison. That was theirs. Donald Trump is like Winston Churchill.
So what I've done is given you an excerpt of one of Churchill's most famous speeches. Then I imagined how Trump would have delivered it during the early months of the Coronavirus crisis.
Last part of Churchill’s “Blood, Toil, Tears, and Sweat” speech, May 13, 1940.
Given to the House of Commons
I would say to the House, as I said to those who have joined this government: “I have nothing to offer but blood, toil, tears and sweat.”
We have before us an ordeal of the most grievous kind. We have before us many, many long months of struggle and of suffering. You ask, what is our policy? I can say: It is to wage war, by sea, land and air, with all our might and with all the strength that God can give us; to wage war against a monstrous tyranny, never surpassed in the dark, lamentable catalogue of human crime. That is our policy. You ask, what is our aim? I can answer in one word: It is victory, victory at all costs, victory in spite of all terror, victory, however long and hard the road may be; for without victory, there is no survival. Let that be realised; no survival for the British Empire, no survival for all that the British Empire has stood for, no survival for the urge and impulse of the ages, that mankind will move forward towards its goal. But I take up my task with buoyancy and hope. I feel sure that our cause will not be suffered to fail among men. At this time I feel entitled to claim the aid of all, and I say, “come then, let us go forward together with our united strength.”
Trump’s Version
I would say to the House, as I said to those who have joined this government: “I have nothing to offer.”
We have before us a job. Huge job. Big-league job. Some would say the biggest thing ever. We have before us just maybe a couple days of maybe getting a little cold. Or the sniffles. You ask, what is our policy? I can say: It is to just let this thing disappear. It’s not on the sea, on the land and not in the air, we don’t need to do anything, it’s like the flu, it will go away magically on its own. We need to not wear masks, because that is a monster tyranny, like social distancing, never made any more bigly in the big bad book of human badness. That is our policy. You ask, what is our aim? I can answer in words. The best words: It is my re-election victory, my re-election victory at all costs, my re-election victory in spite of all deaths, my re-election victory, however long and ridiculous my tie may be; for without my re-election victory, there is no survival. For me, at least. Let that be realised; no survival for the Trump Real Estate Empire, no survival for all that the Trump Properties has stood for (which is huge gold-plated casinos that go bankrupt), no survival for my urges when it comes to television and being spanked by porn stars, that my kind will move forward towards its goal. Of making myself and my family rich. But I take up my task with buoy...boyoy...boy-ar-dee and hope. I feel sure that our cause will make you suffer. At this time I feel entitled to claim all, and I say, “ “It’s going to disappear. One day it’s like a miracle—it will disappear.” And anyone who dies from this fake news China virus is a loser. Thank you, and may God bress the Unitit Shashe of Ur-murca.
Not long ago, it was revealed that Mr. Trump has been lying to the American people about the severity of the COVID-19 crisis. The lies were on tape, with Trump's full knowledge and consent, as he participated 18 interviews with Bob Woodward.
It took about a day for conservative media and Trump's accomplices in the government to come up with their defense. Since they couldn't claim it was fake (it was Trump on tape, after all) what they settled on was the President was being a responsible leader by trying to calm the nation. You know, like Churchill or FDR.
That's not MY comparison. That was theirs. Donald Trump is like Winston Churchill.
So what I've done is given you an excerpt of one of Churchill's most famous speeches. Then I imagined how Trump would have delivered it during the early months of the Coronavirus crisis.
Last part of Churchill’s “Blood, Toil, Tears, and Sweat” speech, May 13, 1940.
Given to the House of Commons
I would say to the House, as I said to those who have joined this government: “I have nothing to offer but blood, toil, tears and sweat.”
We have before us an ordeal of the most grievous kind. We have before us many, many long months of struggle and of suffering. You ask, what is our policy? I can say: It is to wage war, by sea, land and air, with all our might and with all the strength that God can give us; to wage war against a monstrous tyranny, never surpassed in the dark, lamentable catalogue of human crime. That is our policy. You ask, what is our aim? I can answer in one word: It is victory, victory at all costs, victory in spite of all terror, victory, however long and hard the road may be; for without victory, there is no survival. Let that be realised; no survival for the British Empire, no survival for all that the British Empire has stood for, no survival for the urge and impulse of the ages, that mankind will move forward towards its goal. But I take up my task with buoyancy and hope. I feel sure that our cause will not be suffered to fail among men. At this time I feel entitled to claim the aid of all, and I say, “come then, let us go forward together with our united strength.”
Trump’s Version
I would say to the House, as I said to those who have joined this government: “I have nothing to offer.”
We have before us a job. Huge job. Big-league job. Some would say the biggest thing ever. We have before us just maybe a couple days of maybe getting a little cold. Or the sniffles. You ask, what is our policy? I can say: It is to just let this thing disappear. It’s not on the sea, on the land and not in the air, we don’t need to do anything, it’s like the flu, it will go away magically on its own. We need to not wear masks, because that is a monster tyranny, like social distancing, never made any more bigly in the big bad book of human badness. That is our policy. You ask, what is our aim? I can answer in words. The best words: It is my re-election victory, my re-election victory at all costs, my re-election victory in spite of all deaths, my re-election victory, however long and ridiculous my tie may be; for without my re-election victory, there is no survival. For me, at least. Let that be realised; no survival for the Trump Real Estate Empire, no survival for all that the Trump Properties has stood for (which is huge gold-plated casinos that go bankrupt), no survival for my urges when it comes to television and being spanked by porn stars, that my kind will move forward towards its goal. Of making myself and my family rich. But I take up my task with buoy...boyoy...boy-ar-dee and hope. I feel sure that our cause will make you suffer. At this time I feel entitled to claim all, and I say, “ “It’s going to disappear. One day it’s like a miracle—it will disappear.” And anyone who dies from this fake news China virus is a loser. Thank you, and may God bress the Unitit Shashe of Ur-murca.
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