Thank God! Maybe now we’ll finally find out how much money he made selling the Miss Universe pageant.
Trump to speak at 11:30 from the Diplomatic Room before it is closed as part of the State Department budget cuts.
Maybe he should talk about the stabbings in Portland too.
Maybe he should fire Mueller… because he needs a free hand to deal with security.
What’s up with the headlines today? This one can be read as it was Donald, who shot… some of the others are just as bad…
Ambiguous Headline to Jolt West Coast Readers at 8:17 AM Before Drinking Coffee In My Kitchen
Well, this should be articulate and well delivered. 
I’m serious:. What in the living hell is it going to say? Shooting people is bad and it needs to stop? We are lucky that no one actually died here? We should pray for the injured?
Pfft. I know it’s not Donald, because the shooting didn’t take place on 5th Avenue.
Happy birthday, Mr. “president.” I’m sure he will find a way to blame this on the Democrats.
Yes
Well, great. Any bets on how inappropriate he can be on a scale of 1-10?
At least this has, maybe, kept him from saying something inappropriate about the hotel fire in London. (Have I missed an early tweet on that subject? It was ISIS and it serves them right, that sort of thing?)
What in the living hell is it going to say?
It has it’s birthday today :… I wonder, if he can avoid mentioning it ?
He’ll talk about legislation… maybe “We need good healthcare because, just like the shooter today, Obamacare is putting people’s lives in danger”.
“No one said I’d make it to 71! But here I am! You know Republicans don’t make it to 71, the system is stacked against them. I’m the oldest Republican there is! Someone told me I set some kind of record!”
well that’s pretty goddamn helpful, that he would spread all of that empty pablum for us, really in an act of Christ-like sacrifice!
Thank you for raising this! No way in hell he will avoid mentioning it!! Mark me well! 
There is no doubt it’ll be the most convoluted mash-up of gibberish and inanity you can imagine. Picture a drunken, syphilitic Geoffrey Chaucer.