Today, at a press conference, Donald Trump, in defending his failed presidency, was especially combative and whiny. He began his list of complaints, excuses and lies with the statement that he had inherited a mess, both here and abroad. The suggestion being that that our beloved and incredibly organized former president left every department in complete disarray not to mention colonies of dust bunnies under every White House bed. Among his many brags were reminding the press once again that he won the electoral college votes and that he has achieved more in his short administration than any other president in history. He suggested that his partially constructed cabinet was performing brilliantly, as was he, despite the lies and deceptions of the nasty, ineffective, incompetent lying media scum sitting before him. He seemed especially nervous today and rather breathless, unless those many gasps for air can be blamed on a faulty microphone. His rambling, fast-paced, non-stop, sniffling and boastful exaggerations might suggest to some the egocentric ravings of a coke addict, if he had not crowed about what a great warrior he was in the war on drugs. When he finally opened up his "poor me" tirade for a Q and A, he was, as usual, hostile and evasive, and even pathetically asked for a "friendly question" which he considered unfriendly. Naturally he double-talked his way through any questions on his future plans; danced around any queries about Flynn, whom he admires so much he fired him; and dodged any suggestion of a bromance with Putin, whom apparently he hardly knows and only spoke to twice when Vladdy called him. As I watched this strange performance and noted his many grammatical slips I took heart with the thought that this kind of nonsense can't possibly go on much longer.
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