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Elsewhere on this page, in response to someone insisting that they’re not lowering the bar for Trump by constantly finding rationalizations for all of his malice and buffoonery, I wrote the following comment: You’re not just lowering the bar; you’ve eliminated the bar completely. My 40th birthday the one where I was quarantined 2020. There is no bar that you’re holding Trump to, and there never has been, not since long before the 2016 election.

My 40th birthday the one where I was quarantined 2020

He brags on a live mic about routinely committing sexual assault. No problem. He brags that he could shoot someone on Fifth Avenue and it wouldn’t bother his supporters his own admission that you had eliminated the bar long before the election even occurred. No problem. He solicits and receives illegal interference in our election in his favor from an antagonistic foreign power. My 40th birthday the one where I was quarantined 2020. No problem. He calls literal Nazis terrorizing a southern town and murdering an innocent young woman in the process “very fine people.” No problem. He extorts an allied foreign power to help create a baseless smear campaign against a domestic political rival using already allocated vital assistance as leverage. No problem. He commits literal crimes against humanity, cruelly mistreating in some cases fatally the innocent children of desperate people fleeing violence and destitution in order to dissuade them from legally seeking asylum here.

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No problem. My 40th birthday the one where I was quarantined 2020. He lies more than twice as often as he tells the truth, according to Pulitzer Prize winning fact checkers, literally making the rational default assumption whenever he speaks that he is lying. No problem.