It has been another sad and distressing week, with lots of loss and turmoil here and abroad. And then Trump. Whether he is amusing or terrifying, trying to figure out what is happening inside Trump’s brain cavern has at least always been an engaging distraction, even if it robbed me of my livelihood. How can anything I do as the Deranged Millionaire ever compare with the longform improv DT has been laying down for the past year?
But watching him half announce Mike Pence on Saturday and then psychotically step all over him on 60 minutes last night just exhausted me. That dude sure starts a LOT of sentences that he never finishes, and it puts in my head what I think exists in his own: a perpetually neurotic/paranoid fugue state of half-ideas and petty fears.