Turns out the guys who say Trump didn’t say “shithole” really meant that he said “shithouse” instead. Well, that’s much different. Never mind, then. The whole incident proves nothing beyond the fact that the Republican Party is now a cult of personality. Notice how similar this is to the “I/I’d have a good relationship” with Little Rocket Man. Trump’s not so crazy as to think he’s spoken with the dictator. He’s only so crazy as to think that they’d have a good relationship if they did. It’s important to realize the distinction.
We tend to forget that the shithole in the shithouse hit the fan during a meeting about the bipartisan deal on the immigration bill was presented to Trump. Though Trump had earlier said he’d sign whatever they produced, apparently his mind was changed the by supposed adult in the room, John Kelly. So remember, when they say “adult,” they mean “adolescent babysitter in charge.”
Trump apparently whiles away the hours playing fantasy elections, sizing up potential 2020 challengers and dismissing them all as unworthy of defeating him. Well, he has to do something with all the time he used to spend throwing out the orange and yellow Starbursts.
While most citizens fret over what Trump is doing to the former democratic republic, he’s probably more fixated on what he’s getting for putting up with all this bother. Luckily for his forgetful self, Public Citizen has been keeping track of the 64, er, customers who have availed themselves of Trump hospitality. Wonder what they had to say about the experience on Yelp.
Always wanted to live over a Superfund site but didn’t want to move to Tybout’s Corner? You’re in luck! Hockessin is on the path to Superfund status thanks to the dry cleaners who operate there. On the plus side, just $1 per shirt every Tuesday!
Also, too, Steve Bannon is testifying to the House Intelligence Committee. Good luck finding any on either side of the table.