Like many of Mr. Trump’s claims, the inscription was evidently not fact-checked.
“No. Uh-uh. No way. Nothing like that ever happened there,” said Richard Gillespie, the executive director of the Mosby Heritage Area Association, a historical preservation and education group devoted to an 1,800-square-mile section of the Northern Virginia Piedmont, including the Lowes Island site.
“The only thing that was remotely close to that,” Mr. Gillespie said, was 11 miles up the river at the Battle of Ball’s Bluff in 1861, a rout of Union forces in which several hundred were killed. “The River of Blood?” he added. “Nope, not there.”
Mr. Trump repeatedly said that “numerous historians” had told him that the golf club site was known as the River of Blood. But he said he did not remember their names.
Then he said the historians had spoken not to him but to “my people.” But he refused to identify any underlings who might still possess the historians’ names.
“Write your story the way you want to write it,” Mr. Trump said finally, when pressed unsuccessfully for anything that could corroborate his claim. “You don’t have to talk to anybody. It doesn’t make any difference. But many people were shot. It makes sense.”
I did not think I could be more embarrassed by POTUS. I stand corrected.
Cally, this this pretty much encapsulates this swindling sociopath. The lie, the dismissal, the doubling down, the projection, the blustering know it all.
The only other part: “How would they know that?” Mr. Trump asked when told that local historians had called his plaque a fiction. “Were they there?”
My "at least" is "At least I'm not pounding barefoot down some dusty road in South Sudan with a bag holding what few belongings I can carry." But that feels more possible with every passing day.
And there were no photographs either. The iPhone wasn't invented yet.
But they would misspell "coal". And "river".
Use "inch marks" instead of quotation marks on the “plaque.”
I did not think I could be more embarrassed by POTUS. I stand corrected.
/FFS
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Cally, this this pretty much encapsulates this swindling sociopath. The lie, the dismissal, the doubling down, the projection, the blustering know it all.
The only other part:
“How would they know that?” Mr. Trump asked when told that local historians had called his plaque a fiction. “Were they there?”
The South would have won — sooner — if they only had Twitter.
Stalingrad. For seven months I have been keeping myself sane by saying: "At least I'm not in Stalingrad."
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My "at least" is "At least I'm not pounding barefoot down some dusty road in South Sudan with a bag holding what few belongings I can carry." But that feels more possible with every passing day.