I want him alive so he can watch his fucking pseudo-empire dismantled piece by piece. Back in my naive days of 2016 I wanted him sitting in a prison cell contemplating how he could have continued his small-time grifting indefinitely but that obviously isn’t going to happen. Today I’ll take what I can get.
Imagine if someone taught him to communicate by blinking, like the guy who wrote The Diving Bell and the Butterfly. I have this mental imagine of Steven Cheung having to sit at his bedside, reciting the alphabet letter by letter and watching for him to blink, so he can tweet out “The so-called doctors at Walter Reed, who were very unfair to “Trump”, are fake news!” all day.
(Who am I kidding? Trump is incapable of learning.)
Trump skipped the Easter service today and got driven around on a sightseeing tour in his golf clothes, and we’re back to the “Dear Leader may only be photographed in soft focus from a distance” modt from last August.
Donald is scheduled to host the annual White House Easter Egg Roll tomorrow. If he’s a no-show, that will be fairly strong evidence that something’s wrong. (The ‘tour of DC’ today could have happened even if Donald is, say, incapable of speech, after all…)
The American populace is so acquiescent, complicit, disconnected and disinterested in the national and international disruption, destruction and dismantling of infrastructure, processes and order for 45/47’s personal gain that it requires him to not attend the annual White House Easter Egg Roll for there to be strong evidence that something’s wrong?
Or any other pre-planned event which is designed to get a lot of media coverage. For example, if he didn’t show up for a scheduled address to CPAC or such. (Note that he gave CPAC a miss this year—for the first time in years.)