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It sounds like the beginning of a good joke: Donald Trump, an old lech, and a Muslim immigrant walk into a bar...But it’s what really happened at Wednesday’s third and final presidential debate.

The lech was Wayne Newton, who in 2012 was accused in a lawsuit of "repeated sexual harassment." According to one woman’s complaint, Mr. Newton allegedly "would push up hard against her as he kissed her open-mouthed on the lips. Each kiss was wet, sloppy and disgusting and clearly of a sexual nature."

Hmmm...sounds very familiar!

Perfect choice, Donald!

That’s the same Wayne Newton who for years was on the Las Vegas Musicians Unions "unfair" list, which, as the name suggests, did not fairly compensate the musicians playing behind Newton.

Dang, Donnie, you're on a roll. This guy really, really gets you!

And the Muslim immigrant? That would be Malik Obama, the President's estranged half-brother. Apparently the two men got along fine until three years ago, when there was a falling-out after one of the men asked the other for $20,000 and the other declined to pony up.

Since then, Malik Obama has been a darling of the alt-right media, calling President Obama a "fraud and a con" and much worse.  (This represents a significant deterioration in Malik’s estimation of the man he chose to be best man at his wedding.)

Like an opossum sniffing out a rotting dead squirrel dinner a mile away, Trump descended on Malik's discontent and convinced him to be a prop in the debate.

Never mind that Trump has called for bans on Muslim immigrants, such as Malik Obama, from entering the United States and has repeatedly ruminated on the fact that the Orlando shooter Omar Mateen's parents were Muslim immigrants that should have never been allowed into the country.

“The bottom line is that the only reason the killer was in America in the first place was because we allowed his family to come here,” said Trump back in June.

Never mind that as late as 2013, Donald Trump's favorite alt-right radio mega-host, Alex Jones, was touting Malik Obama as a mastermind behind the Muslim Brotherhood.

All that needs to go on the back burner because, in the final presidential debate in Las Vegas, Obama's half-brother and Wayne Newton sang the praises of Republican nominee Donald Trump.

Neither of Trump's prize guests disappointed their host.  

Wayne accused Trump's sexual assault accusers—all nine of them—of lying to get "their ten minutes of fame."  He also said the problem for people like him and Donald (a.k.a. rich white guys) is that they are "sitting ducks" for such vixens. That ought to help Donald with women voters.

Malik actually live-tweeted the debate and was time and again unintentionally funny:

At one point he responded to rightwingers wishing he was the Obama in the White House, by saying:

"Thank you friends for wanting me to be president but I cannot. I was born in Kenya. One day maybe."

One day, indeed. After this year's unthinkably bizarre string of events, we can never say never again.

Jud Lounsbury is a political reporter based in Madison, Wisconsin, and a regular contributor to The Progressive.


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By Wendell Berry

Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front

Love the quick profit, the annual raise,
vacation with pay. Want more 
of everything ready made. Be afraid 
to know your neighbors and to die.
And you will have a window in your head.
Not even your future will be a mystery 
any more. Your mind will be punched in a card 
and shut away in a little drawer.
When they want you to buy something 
they will call you. When they want you
to die for profit they will let you know. 
So, friends, every day do something
that won’t compute. Love the Lord. 
Love the world. Work for nothing. 
Take all that you have and be poor.
Love someone who does not deserve it. 
Denounce the government and embrace 
the flag. Hope to live in that free 
republic for which it stands. 
Give your approval to all you cannot
understand. Praise ignorance, for what man 
has not encountered he has not destroyed.
Ask the questions that have no answers. 
Invest in the millennium. Plant sequoias.
Say that your main crop is the forest
that you did not plant,
that you will not live to harvest.

Say that the leaves are harvested 
when they have rotted into the mold.
Call that profit. Prophesy such returns.
Put your faith in the two inches of humus 
that will build under the trees
every thousand years.
Listen to carrion—put your ear
close, and hear the faint chattering
of the songs that are to come. 
Expect the end of the world. Laugh. 
Laughter is immeasurable. Be joyful
though you have considered all the facts. 
So long as women do not go cheap 
for power, please women more than men.
Ask yourself: Will this satisfy 
a woman satisfied to bear a child?
Will this disturb the sleep 
of a woman near to giving birth? 
Go with your love to the fields.
Lie easy in the shade. Rest your head 
in her lap. Swear allegiance 
to what is nighest your thoughts.
As soon as the generals and the politicos 
can predict the motions of your mind, 
lose it. Leave it as a sign 
to mark the false trail, the way 
you didn’t go. Be like the fox 
who makes more tracks than necessary, 
some in the wrong direction.
Practice resurrection.

Wendell Berry is a poet, farmer, and environmentalist in Kentucky. This poem, first published in 1973, is reprinted by permission of the author and appears in his “New Collected Poems” (Counterpoint).

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