Posted on 12/14/2017 4:04:12 PM PST by Kaslin
RUSH: There are a couple tweets out there. Apparently Donald Trump Jr. has just had his second ten-hour grilling session over a 20-minute meeting that he had. Donald Trump Jr., 20 minute meeting with the Russian honey pot, he’s now had two nine or ten-hour interviews with investigators. And there’s some reporter for some outfit named Steven Dennis who tweets: “Donald Trump Jr. has left the building. 9 hours after arriving. He waved. He didn’t comment. Hair still slick.”
You know, next they’re gonna accuse Trump Jr. of cornering the market on Brylcreem or something. But that’s not the point. Then there’s somebody that responded to this tweet. Her name is Virginia Heffernan. She’s a contributing editor at Politico. She has bylines at the New York Times. So let me again read this Steven Dennis tweet. “Donald Trump Jr. has left the building. 9 hours after arriving. He waved. He didn’t comment. Hair still slick.”
Virginia Heffernan Politico also writes for the New York Times. “My friend Anna taught Don Jr preschool in Manhattan. She asked him to move his mat one day and he said, ‘F-you, b-i-itch.’ He was three.” I need to ask you parents. I could ask my brother about this, but I didn’t think of it. How many of you parents, three-year-old. My wife’s nephew was just over at the house, a little Christmas party on Sunday. There is no way that a three-year-old kid even knows that phrase.
How many of you with three-year-olds routinely have them speak this way? Yeah, another investigation. But again, this is somebody tweeting from The Politico who writes at the New York Times with some hearsay. “My friend Anna taught Don Jr. preschool in Manhattan. She asked him to move his mat one day, and he said F-you, b-i-itch. He was three.” And then she wrote, “Today’s for you, Anna.”
I guess because they think Donald Trump Jr. is in trouble and getting in trouble here while his hair is slicked down is payback for telling his preschool teacher, F-you, b-i-itch when he was three.
Who the hell cares?
I find that the writer, Virginia Heffernan, graduated from college in 1991. Her “friend” “Anna” (who may or may not exist) has to be at least 10 yrs older to have been teaching pre-school in 1981. Could be considerably more than 10 yrs older, since surely not every teacher has their best anecdote occur straight out of college. Anna could be 15, 20, 25 yrs older, if she really exists.
Also, until 2002 it looks like Virginia Heffernan was pursuing graduate school and a PhD in English Lit at Harvard (Cambridge, MA), so she may well not have been living in NYC until after 2002.
Yet, somehow she knows a considerably older woman who just happens to have been in NYC back in 1981 and who just happens to have had Donald, Jr. in pre-school. None of this is impossible, I’m simply saying that it seems very unlikely. How many journalists know many pre-school teachers, especially those considerably older? It just does not seem like the odds are in favor of this story panning out.
Why this is the most damaging news since Mitt Romney cut a kids hair in prep school.
Where do they dredge this stuff up?
Do you realize the Rats want to impeach him?
FU democrat hag!
With the kind of creative and inventive fiction writing she enthusiastically displays there, she might even be a budding "urinalist".
That does it! You are totally unfit for public office!
2. No name of the school is given
3. I would think Don Jr would have had a private nanny or teacher.
4. Someone remembers what happened years ago? Was there no follow up to this incident?
I really read that link and as gobsmacked at the absolute lunacy of the writer. Holy snot are these costals delusional and mentally ill.
Very good looking for 91.
When my wife was teaching kindergarten Sunday school when a little girl poked her in the boob for no apparent reason. When she jokingly mentioned to the girl’s mom, she said she probably just wondered what they felt like since her mom had rather small breasts. My wife laughed.
Yes, I also thought it unlikely that he even would be in pre-school at age 3 in 1981. I don’t remember knowing of anyone in pre-school at that age during that era. ANd yes, the son of a NYC tycoon would be likely to have private care until older. That’s one reason I said a journalist should check with Ivana and Don, Jr. himself, to see if this story will completely unravel as more #FakeNews.
Virginia Heffernan has a Ph.D. from Hah-vaaahhhd
If you can believe it....
Go back far enough and they called it Nursery School.
I don't know if that applied in New York in the early 80s.
The interesting thing is that she didn't tweet about any kind of conference or intervention.
A kid insults a teacher like that and the parents weren't called in?
The only result was that the woman left teaching at the end of the year and then told her friend about it some time later?
Not very likely.
I guess the underlying assumption is that Donald Jr. learned that way of talking from Donald Sr., but how much time would his father have been around?
Most of the time Junior would have been with his mother and servants who most likely didn't have great command of English.
this seems like a clear violation of student privacy by the pre-school teacher. either that, or libel by the writer, if not true.
either way, imho, potentially actionable.
Don Trump Jr, please start calling these people to the carpet!! Do it for the rest of us poor flyover slobs who want these people to learn a lesson the only way they seem to know how to learn!!
Also anyone who has spent any time around small children knows they have the strange ability to forget all the good things you tell them and repeat all the bad things they overhear, even if heard only one time.
[Wow. This must be a byproduct of consuming some very powerful weed, wondering where i can pick up a few nickel bags, lol...]
Hillary Clinton Is More Than a President
She is an idea, a world-historical heroine, light itself.
MORE FROM LENNY LETTER NO. 60
HOW TO HOLD ANGER AND SUMMON EMPATHY
USING OUR AUTHENTIC VOICES
TRANSFORMING PAIN INTO POWER
BY VIRGINIA HEFFERNAN
NOV 15, 2016
When people told me they hated Hillary Clinton or (far worse) that they were “not fans,” I wish I had said in no uncertain terms: “I love Hillary Clinton. I am in awe of her. I am set free by her. She will be the finest world leader our galaxy has ever seen.”
I wish, in those exchanges, I had not asked gentle, tolerant questions about a hater’s ridiculous allergy to her, or Clinton’s fictional misdeeds and imagined character flaws. More deeply still, I wish I had not reasoned with anyone, patiently countered their ludicrous emotionalism and psychologically disturbed theories. I wish I had said, flatly, “I love her.” As if I had been asked about my mother or daughter. No defensiveness or polemics; not dignifying the crazy allegations with so much as a Snopes link.
Maybe “I love her” seemed too womany, too sentimental, too un-pragmatic. Not coalition-building, kind of culty. But people say with impunity they love Obama, the state of Israel, their churches, Kurt Cobain. In the end, I wish I’d said it because it’s true.
Maybe “I love her” seemed too womany, too sentimental, too un-pragmatic.
And I’m not alone in my commitment. Millions of Clinton’s supporters — we were thanked by Clinton as the “secret, private Facebook sites” — expressed it among themselves, all the time, in raptures or happy tears with each new display of our heroine’s ferocious intelligence, depth, and courage. We were frankly bewildered by the idea that anyone would hedge their commitment to her (”You don’t have to be her friend”; “Yes, she’s made mistakes”; “lesser of two evils”). We didn’t remember anyone turning to this stock ambivalence when discussing Obama, Babe Ruth, FDR. If only one reporter — they knew about us — could have published a headline like “Clinton Inspires Historic Levels of Adoration From Her Supporters” about the people who have had their lives transformed by the power of her brilliant campaign, unrivaled effectiveness, and extraordinary career. Just one headline like that, like the ones Bill Clinton got.
Usually a legend is made by men and media — the legend of Kennedy, say, or Jim Morrison — and then, much later, a biopic, pretending to evenhandedness, reveals the legend’s shortcomings, his “human” side. The shortcomings are almost always something exactly no one actually believes compromises his heroism. His problem drinking. His mistreatment of women. Well, takedowns of Hillary were always already written. She has somehow made the time to hear out each dead-end line of reasoning about her fake mortal sins, and often she has also thanked everyone for sparing her further moral lashings, as if that were a kindness. Under cover of “humanizing” the intimidating valedictorian, reports and investigations and media clichés vilified her. But the feminist hero never got to be a legend first. And yet she is one, easily surpassing Ben Franklin, Henry Ford, Steve Jobs.
But the feminist hero never got to be a legend first. And yet she is one, easily surpassing Ben Franklin, Henry Ford, Steve Jobs.
I want to reverse the usual schedule of things, then. We don’t have to wait until she dies to act. Hillary Clinton’s name belongs on ships, and airports, and tattoos. She deserves straight-up hagiographies and a sold-out Broadway show called RODHAM. Yes, this cultural canonization is going to come after the chronic, constant, nonstop “On the other hand” sexist hedging around her legacy. But such is the courage of Hillary Clinton and her supporters; we reverse patriarchal orders. Maybe she is more than a president. Maybe she is an idea, a world-historical heroine, light itself. The presidency is too small for her. She belongs to a much more elite class of Americans, the more-than-presidents. Neil Armstrong, Martin Luther King Jr., Alexander Fucking Hamilton.
Hillary Clinton did everything right in this campaign, and she won more votes than her opponent did. She won. She cannot be faulted, criticized, or analyzed for even one more second. Instead, she will be decorated as an epochal heroine far too extraordinary to be contained by the mere White House. Let that revolting president-elect be Millard Fillmore or Herbert Hoover or whatever. Hillary is Athena.
Virginia Heffernan is the author of Magic and Loss: The Internet As Art.
A thirteen year old Chelsea Clinton called the Secret Service agents pigs, because that’s what her Mommy called them.
When he was a baby he even peed in his diaper.
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