Don’t know if this has already been posted, but Trump told a female reporter to stop talking. “Quiet, quiet, Piggy.” is what he said, after she asked him a question regarding the Epstein files.
As a wise woman once said, why have a ballroom with no balls?
On a lighter note, Trump said this is a public speech this week:
It’s all about three words: American Dream.
I love Father Ted so much. I still sometimes hum “My Lovely Horse” to myself.
A journalist asked them directly about the Khashoggi murder, which the White House guest ordered. I’m surprised Trump didn’t call her fat.
Part of this is Donald glorying in being President-For-Life. (He assumes; possibly rightly, if he lives past 2028, that is.)
Part of it is his brain shutting down. Expect more open hostility, every day, all the time. It’s the essence of his soul–which he used to decently keep under wraps. As is often true of those with dementia, less and less gets kept under wraps as the dementia progresses.
Sort of sounds like a ‘mean drunk’. Generally ok, but watch out after that 12th Budweiser.