Donald Trump translates everything into the hyperbolic parlance of show business, including, unfortunately for us, daily affairs of state. Undoubtedly people who thought that he would one day “be presidential,” i.e. speak and act as befits an American president have long ago thrown in the towel. Today Trump raved about how wonderful his “performance” was at a meeting Tuesday with Democrats to discuss immigration reform and how the media he routinely condemns lauded him for it. RawStory:
According to the president, the 55-minute televised meeting with Democrats had “great ratings” and the news media sent him notes to compliment his performance.
“We brought them together in this room and it was a tremendous meeting,” Trump opined in a televised address to his cabinet. “Actually, it was reported as incredibly good and my performance — some of them called it a performance, I consider it work — but it got great reviews by everybody other than two networks who were phenomenal for about two hours.”
“And then after that, they were called by their bosses and said, ‘Oh, wait a minute,’” the president continued. “Unfortunately, a lot of those anchors sent us letters saying that was one of the greatest meetings they’ve ever witnessed. And they were great for about two hours. They were phenomenal.”
Perhaps Trump is inferring that the anchors who sent him fan mail are in fact blown away by his statesmanship but they aren’t allowed to express it by their evil network overlords, or some such. As to who sent fan mail — maybe he did get fan mail, just like the Gloria Swanson character in “Sunset Boulevard.” She needed to get fan mail and so her loving ex-husband cum servant provided it for her. Trump said, “They probably wish they didn’t send us those letters of congratulations but it was good. I’m sure the ratings were fantastic. They always are.” I wouldn’t look too closely at the postmarks if I were you, Donald.
Trump predicted, “The media will ultimately support Trump, because if Trump doesn’t win in three years you guys are all out of business.”
All Trump needs now is a turban and a sequined dressing gown and he can sashay down the staircase to the waiting wagon from the funny farm, believing that the adoring anchors are filming him still and preparing more letters of glowing tribute. “I’m ready for my close up now, Mr. Acosta.” Sure, Donald, that’s what it is to be a star.
When he starts lying about how phenomenal the meeting was he starts hugging himself, shades of his “fire and fury” moment when this body language first became pronounced.
Anybody believe that the man is not unhinged?