Small Kraft Warning!

Okay, I admit it…Bob Kraft, owner of the New England Patriots, has somewhat become my personal whipping boy. I use him as a proxy for all the Trump supporters in my life...family, friends, neighbors...who are too near or dear to be direct targets of my growing contempt for the most contemptible American who ever lived (all ye, all ye in free, Benedict Arnold, John Wayne Gacy and Dick Cheney). Because Kraft actually delivered the Patriots as an absolute, ongoing delight into my life, I've always held him in affectionate regard. So I take his support of Trump personally...and his dispensing of MAGA hats in his team locker room made him Patient Zero in the pustulate epidemic that would sweep the country. But since Kraft neatly fits the profile of the bête noireof our time--the rich, powerful, white man—I can attack him with impunity.  Since we will probably never meet, he’s an easier target than some benighted cousin or politically illiterate high school classmate on Facebook.
I thought I'd let up on him after enlisting his sainted, late wife Myra to shame him into shape in a previous post, but lots has happened since…that does not bode well for the soul of Robert Kraft. Shortly after the unforced error of bestowing one of the rings he bought for his Super Bowl winning team on Trump, Kraft watched as this certified scam artist immediately set about making a mockery of the Patriots’ “do your job” ethos. He tap danced around denouncing Nazis, Confederate traitors and Klansmen; then he moonwalked back the denunciation while embracing their warped idea of "our historical heritage". Marty Walsh, the mayor of Kraft’s home city, on the other (better!) hand, told the treason brigade they were not welcome there and was echoed by a mass protest of Kraft’s fellow Bostonians. 
Then the Con Man in Chief pardoned dirty Arizona cop Joe Arpaio before he ever spent a day of his 5-year sentence in jail, even though Trump had once taken out full-page newspapers ads demanding the death penalty for the Central Park Five (five black boys, natch) and later insisted they were guilty even after the courts had cleared them of the crime. He then pulled his response to the North Korean nuclear threat completely out of his ass without any input from experts; he did his typical peacock strut through hurricane ravaged Houston; and within the last few hours treated his bully base to a chum toss by throwing the fate of 80,000 dreamer kids overboard--most of them more honestly invested in this country than any of the fraudulent Trump family.
Add to all that the erosion of his support and the tightening prosecutorial net around his felonious mug--it makes for bad times for those on Team Trump. Perhaps that’s why Bob Kraft gave the Boston Globe an interview recently that was wide ranging, save one subject. No Trump questions, Kraft insisted. Could it be a sign that Kraft is finally realizing how toxic Trump is--not only for himself but for his team's brand? One would hope. But Kraft is a renowned squish, and refusing to talk about Trump may have less to do with well-earned shame and more like some Pollyanna-ish ploy to tamp down the outrage until it’s safe to invite his notorious BFF to his private box at Gillette stadium again.   
I can’t say with absolute certainty, but I would be willing to place a Vegas bet that if he succumbed to such naivety, those Boston folks who protested against the Nazis, Confederate traitors and Klansmen would gather up many of their friends for a march down Rt 1 in Foxboro that would not only stop traffic but give the Patriots an unscheduled bye-week.
In discussing Trump’s travails recently, veteran newsman Dan Rather said he didn’t know for sure how it will all come out, but he felt certain that--like Hurricane Harvey (and now Irma for the spike)--there was a storm gathering historic force off shore that would soon make landfall and wash Trumpism away.
That could be Bob Kraft's fate as well and all the others who boarded the Make America Great Again garbage scow--thinking it was a Carnival cruise--and now finding themselves stuck on the shoals of Trump.    Yeah, you read that right: Fox!


If Robert Kraft invites Donald Trump to Gillette, will you support an effort to stop traffic on Rt 1 on game day?