Yes, It’s Time to Panic


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Dana Milbank quotes Trump’s ghostwriter thusly:

“More than anyone else I have ever met,” Tony Schwartz, Trump’s ghostwriter for “The Art of the Deal,” told the New Yorker’s Jane Mayer at the time, “Trump has the ability to convince himself that whatever he is saying at any given moment is true, or sort of true, or at least ought to be true.”

Focusing on Trump’s false claim that God did make the sun to shine on his inaugural speech, which it actually rained throughout the American carnage oration.

I rehash this weather history because it’s not subject to debate. This is tantamount to Trump declaring black is white or day is night. It was overcast, and he declared that it was “really sunny.”

This disconnect from reality is my biggest fear about Trump, more than any one policy he has proposed. My worry is the president of the United States is barking mad.

Well, Mr. Milbank, please don’t worry any more, because it’s not a worry, it’s becoming a proven fact.

But if you would like to worry, here is something that should really keep you up at night. What happens when his promises are shown to be unfulfillable, when his non-existent magical Obamacare replacement never materializes and the wall never gets built? What will he do when, around the third inning, his cheering section begins, in ever increasing dribs and drabs, to leave the stadium? What will he do when, by the middle of the fourth inning, they have pretty much all left the ballpark?

You wanna see barking mad, Dana?

I think you will see barking mad.

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