Fredo kiss!
Hey, if everyone and their mother is suing or investigating Trump, it’s hard for Donnie to keep straight who’s friend or foe.
He probably didn’t put 2 and 2 together on that one. He has trouble with names and remembering people in general.
Love bombing. It’s on every list of things to look for if you want to know if you’re in an abusive relationship.
Don Trumpo loves and fears and highly respects Tough Guys. Especially those who kick him in the nethers. Nothing new here.
More evidence for pharmaceutically-induced hypomania?
President Grandpa’s sundowning is getting worse.
Anyone want to bet Trump forgot his anti-dementia meds before this event?
Sociopaths are masters of charm. See Bundy comma Ted.
edit: He clearly snorted his Adderall this morning.
‘I feel like I know you too as well, Mr. President,” Racine quipped.
“In fact,” he continued, “the more I learn about you, the more showers I need to take.”
That’s what I’m thinking. Between Saturday’s CPACpalooza and this doozy, they’ve got him highly medicated for safety’s sake (ours!)
The end is near…
Since when does Trump kiss someone’s ass who is not an authoritarian who kills journalist.
I watched the embedded video which continued with interviews from the recent CPAC. Jebus those are some seriously odd normal everyday folks. I am always tempted by my belief in the power of logic and reason but I am now reminded that it often stands no chance.
‘I feel like I know you too as well, Mr. President,” Racine quipped
In fact, I’m initiating another round of indictments based on what I know.
Before Reagan, CPAC was just another annual gathering of ideological cranks and odd fellows, who actually stood on a set of principles, however much one might disagree with them. Like all redheaded step-children who suddenly come to power, they went a little nuts after that.
OK, they’ve gone a lot nuts.
Trump to Egyptian President: “I don’t know your name, but your fez is familiar.”
This is a man with no friends, a man who’s close associates are being rounded up by the justice department and ratting on him, who’s working partners are beginning to dissociate themselves. In a weird way, the only people he can trust are his enemies. And his only tools for interacting with others are overt hostility and fawning charm. I suspect his handlers have removed all the sharp objects from his living spaces.
I know, right? We’re about to enter Daylight Savings Time and he’s already sundowning before noon.
The entire world waits breathlessly.