Another Big Lie What an ass. I was reminded of this piece when I heard that Melania was actually the one who persuaded Trump to be seen with that dog. I know it’s the least of his problems, but his hatred for animals said everything about him: When Abu Bakr al-Baghdadi died following a raid by American special forces in his Syrian bolthole, Donald Trump was delighted to report, in October, that the Islamic State leader had “died like a dog”. You mean enfolded by love and grief, Mr President? You mean surrounded by human beings who feel like they have just had their hearts ripped out? Not quite. If anyone was in any doubt about how a dog dies, Trump was happy to elaborate: al-Baghdadi had “whimpered, cried and screamed like a coward”, he chortled. “[He] spent his last moments in utter fear, in total panic and dread!” But that is not how a dog dies, Mr President. There are almost 90 million dogs in the United States and all of their owners will have winced to hear their president gloating about how a dog slips this mortal coil. Personally, when my dog leaves this world, I pray he will die in my arms and looking in my eyes, at peace and pain-free, knowing he will be mourned for the rest of my life. Killing the leader of Islamic State should have been the greatest triumph of the Trump administration, but with his crass, anti-canine sentiments, Trump managed to snatch flesh-crawling revulsion from…