Yep (though this account mentions six rather than eight):
Furlong works for the Philadelphia NBC affiliate.
Humming it, maybe. He doesn’t know the words.
The funniest part of watching Trump on these occasions may not be the ‘sings one word here or there as his neurons unexpectedly fire with the memory’ part, but the ‘pats his chest continuously throughout’ part.
On second thought, maybe “funniest” isn’t the right word. “Most appalling, when recalling that millions of Americans thought voting for this head case was a good idea” is a better set of words.
He was trying to find his heart.
Trump, thumping away. Yeah, sociopaths have something that pumps blood, but no ‘hearts.’
The reality, of course, is that it comforts him to touch himself. As is true of any tiny child.
Remember when Obama sang “Amazing Grace” and brought comfort to millions?
Those were the days.
Talk about a mission in vain. In every sense of the word.
He actually sang “stand beside me” instead of “stand beside her.” Although that’s a step up from “stand four paces behind me.”
That’s what threw him off. He crammed for the Anthem and the overrated, treasonous Marine Band threw him a curveball.
No Kazoos? SAD! UNFAIR!
It’s come to this. The President of the United States is a full on moron (a step above idiot). Half the country knows, half don’t care, or can’t tell. George Carlin had something to say about that.
Okay. Explain what this looks like. Don’t make me watch it 'cause I’m all out of eye bleach–just tell me. Is he singing with his hand over [del]the place where[/del] his heart [del]would be[/del]? Like anatomically normal people put their hand over their heart during the Pledge of Allegiance? And is he tapping in time with the music? Or just beating off (as it were) out of nervousness? WTF is he doing? I want to know but I’m a wimp and can’t look.
Comfort and goosebumps.
His hand was like a knuckleball. No one knows where it’s going next.
Unfortunately, only nine members of the Marine Band agreed to show up.
His hands are actually not in view in that video. Sometimes not being able to see them makes one feel squickier than if you could, like when there is a yellowjacket in the room and you cannot tell where it is, which is creepier than having one that you can see in the room.
The other thing is that the lighting in the video does not favor him. It is outdoor sunlight that emphasizes the furrows over the curved arch of his eyebrow. His eyes are not even hyphens, they look like exactoknife wounds, I guess because it is too bright. It reflects the image of an awkward, perplexed Shitgibbon with gold lamé underwear on his head.
Remember the reaction when morons freaked out over a Coca-cola comercial which had folks singing a patriotic song in a number of languages. Said morons thought they were “dishonoring the National Anthem”. I wonder if Cheetoid twitted* something about that back then? I sure hope so.
The Twit-in-Chief just doesn’t get it: patriotism is an attitude, not something forced on someone. But if you’re going to pretend that you’re the ultimate patriot, then perhaps you should know the words to the most iconic patriotic songs in the country.
*I know the “correct” term is tweeted; however, last night I had a verbal slip talking about the Cheetoid and said “twitted”. It hit me immediately: Perfect! That’s exactly what he does. He’s a twit; he twits.
According to Trumpthink kneeling during the anthem is disrespectful to our flag, the anthem and our country. But mumbling along attempting to sing God Bless America while obviously being oblivious to the lyrics and while draped with Marines as props is goddamned presidential.
Wow, you have described this so vividly that l almost need eye bleach after reading it. Well done. Gold lamé?? :eek:
You are so right. The rest of the world tweets. He twits.
I think he sheets.
I really don’t like the guy, but I cringed on his behalf watching that.
The worst part is his handlers probably spent hours prepping him for the event. It makes you wonder how bad his behavior would have been if it had been unscripted.
“Remember, Mr President, you have to stand up when they play the National Anthem.”
“Which one is that?”
“The Star Spangled Banner. That’s the one that starts with ‘Oh say can you see’.”
“You better write that down for me.”