Say what you will about the man, he did his job. He was sick and he still showed up. Donny hides inside if it’s raining, let alone if he’s ill.
Can you hear the audio? I assume you can as you only linked to it an hour ago, but to me there’s nothing but distortion.
Yes, the audio works for me. The Trumps are asked to calculate 17 x 6. The current President of the United States thinks it’s 112, while his firstborn son thinks it’s 94 or 96. The answer, of course, is 102.
Can the fucktwit make one trip without making a fucking fool of himself? Jesus. Tweet childish insults at the mayor of London. Fucking grownups don’t talk like that, let alone put it out there for the world to read. Then he calls Megan Sussex “nasty” and denies he fucking says it when there’s proof of it. Change his fucking diaper and put his ass to bed.
It was an adult social function, so he was bored. Donnie reminds me of this guy.
He probably wished he had his phone so he could live-tweet the whole thing. But older and wiser people (like his daughter) hid it earlier in the day. Where he would never look for it: at the back of a bookshelf. 
It’s a beautiful thing to live in a world where that can be the title of a Wikipedia article.
“This broad with the accent and the manners is boring me to tearszzzzzzz…thump”
(That’s his head hitting the table, but your nickname for him makes perfect sense now.)
I imagine a “whump!”-- the sound of his head hitting a plate of mashed potatoes. That would be sweet.
I bet The Root is going to put out a headline like “President Trump Gets the Itis While Dining with the Queen of England.”