Worn out

Anyone who attends the words of our President is wheezing, hands down on knees, sucking breath. It's a year and a half into his reign, and I'm shot. His adoring admirers have claimed, almost since the beginning, that you only need to take his ideas seriously, not his words. No one ever believed Mexico was never going to pay for "the wall," they'll say; but at least Trump was going to do something about a million brown faces sneaking over the border and taking our jobs. That silliness about Mexico picking up the bill--that was just fun. Smile, they say. They're probably right.

Many millions still believe Trump is a big barrel of joy. Nobody lights up the cameras like he can, after all. Nobody sucks oxygen out of every darn room of the house and even the neighborhood like Donald E. He's a lion on stage, even bigger than that huge diapered balloon the Brits floated above London.

Yesterday, for no apparent reason but his own, he adopted a whole new Russia strategy. Makes your head spin. He's now believes Russia is going to mess with the 2018 election, even though they haven't before (he says). The new dispensation begins with the solid fact that Vlad hates him, even though just last week Putin told the world he wanted Donald Trump as President because Trump was going to bring back whatever glory days existed between the world's two biggest nuclear arsenals. 

In fact, the White House went out of its way to expunge some of that exchange from their transcript of that Helsinki moment AND edited the official video of the exchange, as if the entire comment was never spoken, even though it was and is plainly evident in a thousand other recordings.

The man lies. Constantly.

It's ridiculously easy to be Orwellian about all of this. When is a pig not a pig? When the pig says he isn't a pig.  Then who do you believe? Why, on the Animal Farm, you believe the pig. 

Maybe he didn't even need to say what he did yesterday, among the cheekiest lines he's ever delivered. The American public shouldn't believe their eyes and ears, he told the cheering VFW crowd. "What you're seeing and what you're hearing is not what's happening." Don't believe what you see and hear. Believe me. Hmm.

Welcome to the Twilight Zone. 

The most powerful man in the world has us knee-deep, maybe deeper, in the barnyard, and you just can't walk around too long in that level of excrement before you get really, really tired.

The flat, business-like quality of the taped conversation between the man-who-would-be-President and Lieutenant Cohen suggests an ongoing relationship between Trump and his hit man designated to take care of poisonous or inflamed incidentals, suggests also that there are more such incidents. 

Clearly, Donald Trump had a relationship with a woman he swore he'd never met. 

So did Clinton, you say? Yes, and Clinton got impeached. Nowadays, good Christians won't let that happen.

The truth is, we're all wasted, out of breath, and tired of the never-ending string of breaking news stories. Donald Trump beat the libs in the last election, but he's now beaten all of us because every last Trumpian moment, and they are legion, is a muddy four-inch headline.