Trumpless

Kathleen Parker, who is traditionally a "conservative" writer but isn't now nor has ever been a Trumpster, began a Washington Post op-ed last week, this way:

Dear World, 

Please pay no attention to the man behind the golden drapes."

Ms. Parker meant to warn her readers about believing any political pronouncement the President makes (he's notoriously fickle), her warning might well have been a fast rule for anyone who took the stage during last night's 90th Academy Awards show because it was perfectly clear they paid no attention to the wizard behind the drapes.

No one doubts all those stars and artists could have taken turns chewing up and spitting out the man we used to call "the Donald"--there's enough fare there for everyone. Furthermore, Hollywood isn't the man's Garden of Eden. He's no fave with the celebrities he'd love to smooch. The long procession of winners could have gone on and on and on talking about a man they consider a loser--and worse. But they didn't. 

The word on the street was that word got out to mute the slap shots, to hold your tongue when you picked up your Oscar, to just plain stifle it, as Archie Bunker used to say. 

And that's what happened. 

Honestly, I don't remember hearing his name all night long. Seems impossible. But it happened.

Thus, everybody wins. Instead of having to listen to endless leftie blather, they could spend a pleasant evening watching the stars and the drama and the spectacle, and never once have to roll their eyes, or scream, or flip to FOX to for a breath of fresh air. Last night, the stars paid no attention to the man with orange hair behind the golden drapes.

Those who believe he's been a wrecking ball didn't have to hear endless repetition either. The longer he's around, it seems he gets easier and easier to bash. Even Colbert has to reach to be fresh. Last week, we found out Stormy the porn queen threatened to tell to go public with his privates right before the election, but Trump's personal lawyer shelled out $130,000 of his own cash to shut her up at the same time Mr. Trump was making America great again by saying all those women were flat-out liars. 

So, last night, a no-Trump night made everyone happy. It was a no-Trump evening. Personally, I would have preferred Dunkirk or The Darkest Hour to get Best Picture, but the endless acceptance speeches didn't include any bully-badgering. And that was nice.

Trump may have even liked it. 

Then again, maybe not. No one likes ink like the Pres. 

"Please pay no attention to the man behind the golden drapes," Kathleen Parker wrote. 

Last night's Oscars was a Trump-free zone. What a blessing.