It’s probably safe to say that whatever was left of Donald Trump’s sanity has flown the coop over the past 24 hours.
It was karaoke night at a Fairhope, Alabama dive bar on Tuesday, which presumably explains why a bleary-eyed, disheveled homeless man was allowed to get up on stage and ramble about establishment conspiracy theories.
“Half of Twitter would explode in applause.”
“Honestly, what the fuck”…
“One hundred days is the marker, and we’ve got essentially two-and-a-half weeks to turn everything around,” said one White House official. “This is going to be a monumental task.”
Divert, obfuscate, power.
“Children sitting in Professor Trump’s history class would learn that Obama was America’s first Muslim president; that his co-religionists celebrated in the streets following the 9/11 attacks; that their vaccination schedule is the dangerous scam of greedy doctors; that Ted Cruz’s father might have been involved in the death of John F. Kennedy”…
“I’m not Inspector Gadget and I don’t believe people are using the microwave to spy on the Trump campaign. However, I have… I’m not in the job of having evidence.”
“Microwaves that turn into cameras, etc. We know this is a fact of modern life.”