As someone who originally eyed Scott
Walker, Ben Carson or Carly Fiorina at the beginning of primary season only to
see them kicked to the curb by voters, I have kept my powder dry until now.
I do not want that sack of Russet
potatoes with earrings to be our next president. No way.
No how. Period.
Yesterday, everyone who was anyone seemed
to pounce on the news that Trump campaign manager Corey Lewandowski had been
fired.
Lewandowski had been “feuding” with
Campaign Chairman Paul Manafort since he joined the Trump campaign in early
April and most notably with Campaign Spokeswoman Hope Hicks during a public
screaming match in plain view of passersby on 61st Street near Park Avenue
in Manhattan.
Team Trump has struggled to pivot to the
general election. He must shift his
appeal beyond the millions of faithful whose votes got him the GOP nomination.
He has seen his polling drop from nearly
tied with Clinton to trailing by nearly six points and his campaign is cash
poor compared to the millions the Clinton machine has on hand to destroy him in
the general election.
Devastating unforced errors from his
attack on federal judge Gonzalo Curiel’s Mexican ancestry to his response to
the Orlando nightclub shooting has many souring on his candidacy.
It was Trump’s children though who got
his ear and convinced him to let Lewandowski go. Ivanka told her father that either “he goes
or she goes.”
“Ivanka was threatening to distance herself from the campaign if
Donald didn’t get rid of him,” a source said. “Ivanka has been trying to get
rid of Corey for months.” Trump’s son
Donald Jr. later admitted he and his siblings played a role in getting their
father to toss Lewandowski overboard.
If reports that Lewandowski wasn’t getting along with RNC
members and GOP officials is true then, perhaps, the much-needed pivot will
change the headwinds the campaign has been facing of late.
It’s no coincidence that Shark Week begins next Sunday and the
biggest shark of them all is that sack of Russet potatoes with earrings. Fight dammit,
Fight. Get a bigger boat. Win this damned election.
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