We now hear that President Trump was spurred into action against Syrian nerve-gas attacks by the broken heart of his darling daughter Ivanka Trump. What a scene to imagine. Ivanka, in her White House office, sitting at her desk, a tissue in one hand, a latte in the other.
In walks the Donald.
‘What’s wrong princess?’
‘It’s those poor little babies, daddy.’
‘The ones that wash ashore in the Meditarrean every day? Hey, we got our own problems’
‘No, daddy the other babies.’
‘The ones that are starving to death in Africa? I had to cut that funding to pay for a tax cut.’
‘No, daddy, the beautiful dead babies. The Syrian babies. ‘
‘Oh, those dead babies. Well, don’t you worry your pretty head. Daddy will fix that, and bigly. Like he fixes everything else.’
‘Thank you daddy. I feel so much better. I’m not going to cancel my manny-peddy after all.’
The lies are bad enough. The hipocrisy is sickening. We cut funding for humanitarian aid and no one considers the implications. We refuse political refugees by the thousands, and lob a few rockets into Syria to make us all feel better.
The spin is grotesque. Lie after lie, we are presented with ridiculous reasons for ridiculous actions. And when one lie does not suffice, they spin another. Babies have been dying for years. We don’t want to do anything about it, because that would be very hard, and we might even make things worse. We have failed in Syria. Let’s admit tbat, and try to make things better for the Syrian people.
The babies are still dying, as they have done for far too long. Feeble flexing of U.S. might only makes us look worse.