"Trump basically blamed his brother for ..."

*boink* That's where they're shut off. This is the dark haired woman on Fox's Outnumbered, and Trump did no such thing. We all heard the same thing, the made-for-t.v. interpretation unnecessary. "Blame him, or don't blame him, he was still president when it happened" is a common and logical point made regularly from day one and objections about internal obstacles preventing cross Department communication are already long challenged and all that is wrapped up anyway in the Conservative-embraced adage 'the buck stops here.' You've lived too long among liberal progressives when the buck of responsibility never does stop, and never at the top but diffuses to fog throughout. It is a simple statement, Fox, and you've mangled it.

He said no such thing, but he implied it. And really hard.

And that implication is what is meant by "he basically said..." interpretation.

When in fact Trump basically avoided saying that specifically. The interpretation nails the specific avoidance. He worded it just so, just so that you cannot have that interpretation, so do, do jump at that specific interpretation. Blame him or don't, you decided to blame him, he WAS president on the day of attack so the phrase "he kept us safe throughout" is patently false. So knock it off already.

There's that.

Here's another opposite.

"Whenever the subject of guns comes up, you and your loyal followers respond as Pavlovian dogs..."

I am a follower. Loyal, eh, I know little of that. This writer just called me a dog. A loyal stupid dog acting as Pavlov described his dogs. That is rude and I take umbrage. Notice, he didn't say, "Chip, you are a dog" just as Trump didn't blame Bush. Still, illogically, my umbrage allows me to attack. That's my new thing, you're an asshole, I am too. This asshole called me a dog. I dislike guns, but I dislike academic cream puff aggressive assholes worse. So I attack. And I don't care what the guy says in return to me. It means nothing. I know he didn't mean me specifically, that he knows nothing about me, and the argument is not mine, and I don't really care, but I did notice that, so I attacked. He attacked so I attacked back. That's all. All responses go straight to the trash. I just flat don't care what the guy says, my blood pressure spiked when I read his poo, I felt that, so I blood-pressure spiked him back, I hope so, I have no interest in argument, just biting. Like a dog. Like Pavlov's dog, come to think of it, he' a bit right there, I guess. Maybe I'll outgrow this phase. And maybe it'll get worse.