Smart political leaders have always been careful to avoid overexposure. President Obama was especially careful to measure out his words, being sure that each one served a useful purpose. But then along comes President Trump, our self-proclaimed stable genius, who goes out of his way to avoid — in his twisted mind — channeling the nation’s first semi Negro to occupy the White House in a non-servant role.
Because of the Coronavirus the Donald has been trapped in Washington, unable to take his clown show out to the boondocks where the hayseeds still see him as a fabulous act, laughing and cheering his mouthfuls of inane words. Meanwhile, Trump has discovered, to the horror of so many informed Americans, the White House pressroom.
Almost everyday now at five o’clock, for two hours, Trump tries to put the nation to sleep with his rambling, pointless and badly collected mountain of adjectives and adverbs. So exhausting is this tedious exercise that those who used to stand behind and alongside him have demanded, for safety sake, that they be given chairs to sit upon until it is their turn to breakup the boredom with a few meaningful words,
Trump being Trump natural thinks the nation and the world are hanging on his every transcendent word, but even his backers have given up pointing out reality to a former reality TV host who has long ago lost all meaning of the concept. So he continues to drone away every evening making a fool of himself, because that is what he does best.
The Trumper is literally talking himself and his GOP mobster pals into extinction. How cool is that, right?