I know that the general in question was hardly what you’d call a political liberal, but I’ve just spent a happy while in a reverie on what would have happened if George Patton had ever gotten ten minutes with Donald Trump into a windowless, sound proofed room.
I get that the real Patton might have been a Flynn analogue, but after the McCain POW diss, the “I know more than the generals” declaration, and above all, today’s “I’ve sacrificed” bathos, I’m going to stick with the notion that he would have left the Cheetos-faced ferret-topped shitgibbon* breathing through his colon.
In which happy imagining, I give you this, perhaps the most comprehensive scenery mastication in the history of film:
More thread, y’all, open as a fireworks stand on July 3.
ETA: I do realize, as many commenters below have pointed out, that it is vanishingly unlikely that the real Patton would have had too much trouble with Trump. Though I do think the attack on a gold star family wouldn’t have sat well. But I’m just responding to the mash-up of Scott and Patton rolling around in my head as a way to lighten up the truly grim possibility that Comb Over Caligula might actually win.
Also — FTR: feeling rage at the simple meanness shown to the parents of a soldier who died in war != being pro-war.
*Just the most satisfying phrase to say out loud. Enunciate “shitgibbon” with exquisite clarity to get the full effect.