Hide in bunker? Cyanide?
Nope. Omelet bar.
I watched the whole speech Grifter delivered in the Rose Garden. I admit it. I was shaking. I was dressed in camouflage. I had my panic room ready--coat closet and meals-ready-to-eat. Bags of Pepperidge Farm Brussels and Mint Milanos.
And then he began. This was a word salad unlike any since Sarah Palin's resignation speech as Governor. Worth Googling a transcript if it still exists. Back to the Grifter.
As the word salad began, I could not think of anything but that surely he would be carted off by emergency technicians to a psychiatric ward. I could not get this song out of my head.
Then the Grifter started to sing. Oh, to have a crowd shot.
As he continued, I realized I could eat the whole bag of cookies because this was not an EMERGENCY. He admitted it. It was, once again, a man-child tantrum. I truly am beginning to believe he will never meet any consequences. I just heard someone on MSNBC say for a man who has nothing to hide he is sure acting like he has something to hide. Wrong. Why? What has changed? Every day it just gets crazier.
A few more moments in music this week:
White-as-the-underbelly-of-a-trout Pence was met with total silence twice. Once in Poland at a conference when he called on America's "allies" to follow Trump in withdrawing from the Iran nuclear deal. Have to put "allies" in quotes as his despot buddies were not there. Total silence. Maybe the sound system was faulty?
In Munich he gave a speech at a security council and said he brought greetings from you-know-who and again was met with complete silence. He took deep breaths and shook his head both times. Hope Mother was there to let him know he was a fine, fine boy and they were just mean girls and boys. I really hoped he would walk away to the song "The Sound of Silence."
And then there was Princess Natasha, I mean Complicit, one of the few people who did not applaud when Chancellor Merkel commented on Ivanka's lap-dance daddy's absurd charges that German cars are a national security threat to America. Maybe we should build a wall around the Yuge BMW plant in Spartanburg, South Carolina. Hey, Senator Graham, let your BFF know that.
I think of the Titanic Captain going down with his ship. Then I think of the Grifter spending Day One of the Emergency at the omelet bar in Mar a Lago.
Good place to call on Iggy Popp to close this out.