Remember “TACO?”
In the latest pathetic, ham-handed, all-thumbs attempt to dirty up President Donald Trump, our Democrat friends came up with the “TACO” slogan, which stood for “Trump Always Chickens Out.”
Pretty clever slogan, huh? Looks swell on a T-shirt.
Imagine the possibilities with taco trucks fanning out to gatherings of wild-eyed socialists, spewing hate for Trump, showing off their middle fingers, and stomping their little progressive feet in frustration.
Take a break from hate, comrade. Put down your angry sign and enjoy a taco. Perfect.
Unfortunately for our Democrat friends, TACO was making the rounds with slavering Trump haters at the very time in June when the president unleashed a wave of B-2 stealth bombers, loaded to the gills with 30,000-pound bunker-busting bombs, which they deposited (in the words of Al – no relation - Simpson) right in Iran's “old gazoo.”
For good measure, the efforts of the invisible bombers were augmented by an equally-invisible submarine launching Tomahawk missiles, to take out three Iranian nuclear bomb development sites.
This, friends, is some pretty poor “chickening out.”
Boom.
You could ask the night watchman at the main underground nuclear site in Iran if bunker busters making their way down the air shafts (the old gazoos) amounts to “chickening out.” But I suspect that the night watchman is now the ERSTWHILE night watchman. Nothing like an invisible bomber and a 30,000-pound bunker buster to render a guy erstwhile.
Somewhere, some highly-paid Democrat political advisor probably told the nuts to stow the TACO bit, at least for now, because people are laughing at the notion that the guy who sent the Iranian nuclear program back to the Stone Age “always chickens out.”
Timing is everything, and this was some world-class poor timing.
And it was stupid, because Trump is the guy who didn't chicken out when it came to securing the southern border, doing it faster than anyone expected, set an impressive group of cabinet secretaries to work righting all kinds of wrongs, then took over law enforcement in DC, putting countless car-jackers, rapists and murderers (many of them here illegally) out of business.
Maybe by now, our Democrat friends realize that the one thing they can't accuse this president of is sloth and inactivity.
So my guess is that the Middle Finger Brigade will have to drop the TACO brainstorm and get back to salting their angry screeds with the F-word and other language that most of us would never use in front of our grandmother.
If you ask me, however, talking like a sailor in an attempt to win over hearts and minds is just as stunningly stupid as saying Trump always chickens out. But, let's let them swear up a storm to win over young people, who, my guess is, see right through such pandering.
I'm no prude, but if you use the F-word in front of my innocent little granddaughters, you're going to see the ugly side of Gramps. Little kids shouldn't be exposed to such piggish behavior.
I once read that the actor James Caan felt the same way. Swear in front of his family members and he was known to go all Sonny Corleone on you. And good for him.
My father didn't swear much. But once in a Wisconsin hospital, someone attempted to take a catheter out of him without deflating the bulb in his bladder, and the air turned blue.
A nurse asked, “Did Mr. Simpson work in the shipyard?”
“No,” my mother said, “but he was a young field engineer once, building flat-bottom storage tanks, and he picked up some fearsome language from the iron workers and the welders out there.”
In the political setting, I say salting your language with swear words is about as appropriate as Aunt Bee launching an F-word at Sunday dinner with Andy and Opie.
Inappropriate. Counter-productive. Offensive.
But, let's not tell 'em.
As Sen. John Kennedy of Louisiana said last week:
“You never interfere with your opponent when he's kicking his own (lets say caboose).”
Dave Simpson can be reached at: DaveSimpson145@hotmail.com
