That crowd was whiter than the Mormon Tabernacle Choir on a field trip to Antarctica. When the camera was centered on Himself, you could see two black people, one to his right, one to his left. One enthusiastic, one just a lump. But when the camera moved around the crowd, nada. Zero, zilch, zip.
The lies have changed a little. Not the volume, but the diversity, he jumped from lie to lie like a hyperactive jumping bean. Mexico loves him! (No further word on they’re gonna pay for the Wall.)
We are exporting huge amounts of clean coal, along with unicorn poop! The dreadful takeover of America’s rural communities by MS-13 is being reversed! He bitch slapped Europe and NATO, now they are standing on line to slobber his knob! The lies rolled out of his Big Mac-hole like a barrel of marbles emptied at the top of a ski jump.
I know why, because they weren’t working. He dropped the Pelosi bomb, and paused for the overwhelming crowd response. A desultory, listless set of boos, OK, Maxine Waters. Pause, a bit better, but fuck NATO, amIrite? Shout outs to everybody in America with a uniform and a gun, yay!
Yusta be, the crowd would come crashing over him in waves of wild enthusiasm, he was forced to stop speaking and just absorb the adoration, six, seven, ten times per speech. That’s why he was jumping from lie to lie, looking for one that still had the Power. OK, not that one, next!
They came for the red meat, he served veggie burgers.