On the one hand, I feel a bit sorry for Trump. For weeks, people are carping about what a shitty human being he is, interfering with aid efforts in Puerto Rico, golfing, not even noticing the wild fires in California, golfing, being an arrogant fat prick, golfing, not bothering to acknowledge the deaths of four American soldiers who died in Niger, golfing, saying Obama never called the families of dead soldiers, golfing, and then when he gives in and calls the families, people start complaining that he wasn’t ’empathetic’ enough, as if he’s expected to know what a word like empathetic even means. It must seem to him that he can’t catch a break.
I mean, all he said was “Well, he knew what he was signing up for,” which is sort of like “he died doing what he loved.” You just can’t please some people.
To tell the truth, I thought his low point was when he was making fun of the handicapped reporter, but that didn’t keep him from being elected president. (of course, the Democrats helped in that department. “You’ll vote for me and like it, basement dwelling losers” makes a shitty campaign slogan, in retrospect.)
After that, it’s all been just floundering around oafishly, saying one asshole thing after another, but everyone is so used to it by now it seems normal. I mean, nobody expected him to recite poetry or anything.
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