Trump should ignore Rosie O’Donnell … and so should the press

Rosie “Wild Irish Rose” O’Donnell’s only relevance is that President Trump and the news media pay attention to her.  She has become another of those “celebrities for celebrity sake”.  She has a big mouth, but minimal influence.  If it were not for her past fame as a television personality, she would wallow in a richly deserved obscurity.  Her last vestige of fame among the left is due to the singular fact that she hates Trump and everyone who aligns with the Republican Party – except for a handful of apostates.  Her abrasive talk fits perfectly with the Democrats new get-tough strategy.

O’Donnell’s message to the world – from her self-exile home in the Emerald Isle — is the same mendacious and mean-spirited propaganda that spews from her cousin Lawrence O’Donnell.   (Okay, they are not really blood cousins, but they are bonded by their Trump Derangement Syndrome (TDS) that manifests itself in a mutual devotion to extreme hyperbolic propaganda messaging.  But I digress).

O’Donnell (the Rosie one) has recently sunk to a new low in intercultural and ethical depravity.  She grabbed headlines when she falsely declared that the shooter in the Minnesota Catholic Church tragedy was a “White guy, Republican, MAGA person” … “a White supremacist.”

It was an egregious lie.  In fact, the shooter was a mentally unstable left-wing transgender person – a female if you go by left-wing dogma — who inscribed “Kill Donald Trump” on one of her rifle magazines. 

O’Donnell’s statement was so wrong and so stupid that she had no choice but to offer a public retraction.  She did not apologize – just a retraction wrapped in a feeble, but revealing, excuse.  She said:

“I did not do my due diligence before I made that emotional statement, and I said things about the shooter that were incorrect. I assumed, like most shooters, they followed a standard MO and had standard, you know, feelings of … you know, NRA loving kind of gun people.”

Without a scintilla of knowledge or evidence, O’Donnell made the most scurrilous public accusations against people she hates.  Even in her excuse, she admitted that her intiial remarks were just an assumption based on her belief that the “standard” shooter was a right-winger – one of those “NRA loving kind of gun people.”

Even O’Donnell’s assumption is based on malignant prejudice.  Shooters come in all varieties.  They are not all men – although most are.  They are not all White – although most are.  They are not all right-wing political types.  In fact, most are not.

Many – in fact, most – are not politically motivated. Not all mass killings are done with guns. Many mass shootings are gang and drug related.  Many killings have no apparent political motivations. Some are left wingers or terrorists.  And not all politically motivated shootings are mass events.  President Trump has suffered two assassination attempts from solo left-wing nutcases.

If O’Donnell was serious about saving America from her imaginary forces of evil, I think she would be more credible by engaging closer to her antagonists – rather than lobbing verbal bitter bombs across the Atlantic Ocean.  But … she has decided to self-deport and take up Irish citizenship.  That should be good enough.

For his part, Trump has suggested that he might revoke O’Donnell’s citizenship.  That is something he clearly cannot do – and something he should not even propose.  It is just more verbal pugilism that gives O’Donnell the attention she craves.  Trump should concentrate on his promises and accomplishments instead to sucking oxygen out of the press room on such trivial matters.  At least that is how I see it.

O’Donnell has shown the world that her Trump hatred has overpowered her sense of decency and commitment to truth.  She is a bitter has-been, who whines and bellows out of malignant animosity.  Were it not for the attention she gets from the press, I would happily have allowed her to vent anonymously.   I wish Trump and the left-wing sycophants in the news media would allow her to sink unceremoniously into the dark abyss of late-night reruns.

So, there ‘tis.