No, Mr. President, You Didn’t Inherit A Mess You Inherited A Righted Ship And Like W You Are Making A Mess Of It
Just like in all your crazy business dealings where you depended on competent underlings to clean of your impetuous messes, you need help again. But the executive branch of government is a huge operation and as yet it can’t be staffed up fast enough to clean up the disarray of your slapstick decisions.
So please slow down. After all you are the nation’s first child president and that requires some getting use to — believe me. And, Sir, the press is not your enemy; your paranoia is your enemy.
You need to just chill out for a few months. Put on some baby oil and lay serene upon a tropical beach and beach out your orange mop and allow that handful of rational grownups you managed to lasso into you administration to assemble a government size cleanup committee.
Then, maybe, hopefully you can go charging about like a bull in a china shop with the nation resting assured that all can be put right again by the end of the day. Now get to bed early — tweets at 4:00 am, you know.