By incredible, I mean unbelievable. And, by unbelievable, I mean preposterous. The dude — and I want proof a Y chromosome exists in that womanly, full-figured body — has the weighty gravitas of an infomercial pitchman. When he speaks, caveat emptor becomes the all-inclusive caveat mankind. Donald Trump is a liar, flagrant and pathological.
What’s confounding is why anyone, let alone a figure as vigorously scrutinized as a U. S. president, makes such absurd, easily disproven claims. Lucid human beings don’t court humiliation. We don’t enjoy being disgraced and exposed as a fraud. Ridicule is harrowing to all but the president, apparently.
Well, president, heh. Sideshow Don is nothing close to presidential in temperament or bearing or demeanor. He is, instead, the butt of jokes, a worldwide laughingstock who simply refuses to stop setting himself up for mockery. According to Trump’s recent tweet, Time magazine was ‘PROBABLY’ going to name him Man of the Year again, but he’d have to agree to a photo shoot and an interview — so he ‘took a pass.’ Sure he did.
Time quickly responded with a tweet of their own stating Mr. Trump was ‘incorrect.’ In plainer English, Mr. Trump was lying.
The magazine contacted me, though. I’m being named Goddess of the Ages for the umpteenth year in a row. I’m also being awarded a Nobel in Literature and a MacArthur ‘Genius’ grant. Gosh, before I commit I’ll need to check my calendar. Stand by.
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