Remember when the Vietnam veteran Walter Sobchak and the pacifist Jeffrey ‘The Dude’ Lebowski took a break from bowling to discuss the upcoming Persian Gulf War?
WALTER: Sure you’ll see some tank battles. But fighting in desert is very different from fighting in canopy jungle.
WALTER: I mean ‘Nam was a foot soldier’s war whereas, uh, this thing should be a fucking cakewalk. I mean I had an M16, Jacko, not an Abrams fucking tank. Just me and Charlie, man, eyeball to eyeball.
WALTER: That’s fuckin’ combat. The man in the black pajamas, Dude. Worthy fuckin’ adversary.
DONNY: Who’s in pajamas, Walter?
WALTER: Shut the fuck up, Donny.
Sometimes I long for a worthy fuckin’ adversary. Lord knows, there’s no dignity in fighting these assholes. One moment, Donald Trump Jr. is in India sounding like just maybe he’s learned something from the trip.
“I don’t want to be glib but you can see the poorest of the poor and there is still a smile on a face… I know some of the most successful businessmen in the world, and some of them are the most miserable people in the world.”
And the next minute he’s like, “Time out, I gotta like these tweets about how this kid who survived the Parkland, Florida school shooting is running his mouth to cover for his dad who works in the FBI.”
The only way Donald Trump Jr. will ever learn anything is if he spends a sustained period of time behind bars. For his father, even that would provide no cause for hope.
No scriptwriters could concoct a story as bad as the one we’re living through.
But the Coen Brothers did get one thing right.
“Shut the fuck up, Donny.”