A few hours ago Donald Trump Tweeted the following:
There is nothing normal about this, and there is nothing sane about this, and there is nothing righteous about this. There is nothing good about this, there is nothing smart about this, there is nothing encouraging about this.
If you’re a Trump supporter, and you’re a fan of tough talk—this is not tough talk. Several years ago, I told my nephew he should never break up with a girlfriend via text, because it’s the stuff of cowards. This is the stuff of cowards. It’s small fingers on a small phone typing big words.
There is nothing normal about this.
I have kids. You have kids. I don’t want a nuclear war commenced by two small-penised mental midgets trying to show how tough they are. I don’t want a nuclear war commenced by a senile fuck who drinks a dozen Diet Cokes per day, never exercises (save for golf) and thinks climate change is a hoax. I don’t want a nuclear war commenced by a man who doesn’t read; by a man who has to be babysat by advisers.
There is nothing normal about this.
Earlier today Donald Trump took credit for American air safety—even though it’s been safe for decades. He again ridiculed and mocked Barack Obama. He promised his own awards for dishonest media—even as he lied about inauguration crowd, Mexico paying for a wall, a Boy Scouts troop leader’s call, the benefits of the tax bill, his protections of DACA and gays and minorities.
There is nothing normal about this.
We were remember these days either as the time when Donald Trump took us to war, or when Donald Trump nearly took us to war. We will remember these days as the time when our nation—a grand experiment—fell victim to a narcissistic conman with a sway over millions of lemmings.
There is nothing normal about this.
