Who just said (in regards to who would make up his foreign policy cabinet): “I’m speaking with myself, because I have a very good brain, and I’ve said a lot of things”?
A. Charlemagne, King of the Franks
B. Alexander the Great
C. Napoleon Bonaparte, or
D. A reality TV huckster?
Did you guess D? Congratulations! You win a lifetime supply of Cheetos!
You can add this to a long and inglorious list of verbal idiocy spewed from Mount Drumpf. I keep expecting to wake up and find that this was all a dream, or at the very least, a massive promotional campaign for some new reality TV show. Sadly, there has been no release from the last 9 months of what is nothing short of political malpractice.
We’ve heard the results of allowing the gilded toad to “say a lot of things” that come from his brain, with no filter between that and his mouth. While the slack-jawed faithful take every word as gospel, no matter how foul, abusive, or outlandish, at some point, if he becomes president, he would have to meet with foreign leaders who won’t find his abrasive banter to be as entertaining. The man who didn’t know what the nuclear triad was, and bristles like a jilted schoolgirl at the thought of having to answer any tough questions would be ill-prepared to deal one-on-one with world leaders who come to the table to work out sensitive policy issues. They would pick him apart. Our nation would lose what respect we had left on the world stage, and the toad would likely take out his frustrations through an all-night Twitter rant.
This is our frontrunner, patriots. I couldn’t be more embarrassed.