This used to cost a nickel. And it was bigger.
What do you think of when you hear the name “Hershey?” Chances are it’s a candy bar, the chocolate of peasants and kings the world over.
Or maybe you think of the small, unincorporated company hamlet in Pennsylvania with the chocolate factory, museums, a large and well-attended amusement park where people don’t fall off rides.
There’s also a pretty decent hospital, some charity offices and a couple of dozen saloons, none of which is called “The Hershey Bar,” where people can retire while their friends and families are busy not falling off rides, having their hearts transplanted or getting contact chocolate highs from the factory smokestacks.
And you can’t swing a dead cat in certain areas of the state without hitting someone named Hershey.
it’s also a place where people gather to hear tall tales told by America’s Storyteller, donald trump, currently pretending to be president and always on tour.
And there he was, earlier this week, with a sputtering 90 minute extravaganza of a tall tale, delivered to an allegedly unpaid cheering crowd. And showman that he is, he followed an important rule of vaudeville, never turn your back on the audience. We’ll see why that’s important at the end of this tale, which is roughly five times shorter than the Great Man’s speech.
Selling his usual snake oil concoction of lies, brags, racism, sexism, antisemitism; salting it with seeds of victimization, and manufacturing fake enemies for you to devour along with him, trump zigged and zagged through his ever-expanding repertoire of disconnected insults.
--The FBI is corrupt, he says. Then there are the usual cast of countries and characters:
-Any and every Democratic officeholder, former officeholder, potential officeholder… But especially
The usual gang of people and things he’s either for or against.
An hour and a half of that is poison. Tell him that and he’ll give you the cure: more poison, more venom.
To use a trumpestuous form of the language: “I don’t know whether or not this is true. But what I heard is that our teller of tales has a tail. Also, Doctor Bone spurs removed the horns.
The scars that may be on his head are why he wears his hair that way. And the tail is why he never turns his back.
I’m Wes Richards. My opinions are my own but you’re welcome to them. ®
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