Oh, Jeez. He introduces a widow of “a warrior and a hero, battling against terrorism, and securing our nation.” It’s Chief Petty Officer William “Ryan” Owens, the Special Forces guy who died on the Seal Team 6 raid in Yemen. You remember? That raid that Trump authorized over dinner, and where Trump went to bed as the operation went pear-shaped? The raid where everything that could go wrong, did? The Special Forces guy who was unexpectedly caught in crossfire, and died for what the military now says didn’t capture the person they wanted, and didn’t produce usable intelligence? That guy?
This is the guy whose father refuses to shake Trump’s hand and accept Trump’s story. His father refuses to accept Trump’s facile explanation that his son died as a hero, and wants an investigation of the tragedy. That ‘warrior’? Trump stands, nose in the air, as the crowd applauds his widow endlessly, struggling to hold back tears.
Trump then lies about the result, point by point. You can’t begrudge the woman her hope that her husband died in a good cause, on a successful mission, that produced strong results that will benefit so many others.
And all this makes Trump’s part so inexpressibly evil. He quotes the bible he’s never read, to detail scriptures he doesn’t believe, to pretend he’s supporting Ryan’s widow, a woman he seems unaffected by as she suffers and struggles, red-faced, in her seat. “And we will never forget Ryan.”
Bet not.
