Punks in the rose garden
The Guardian too noticed the herky-jerky quality of Trump’s address to the social media edgelords yesterday:
In an hour-long rambling speech Trump ping-ponged through a series of lies and bizarre rants about social media companies’ “disgraceful” and “terrible bias”, made outlandish false claims about the census, Democrats’ positions on the border wall, Antifa, Chinese tariffs, the Golan Heights, the authenticity of his hair and other reliable Trump standards.
Ping-ponged is a good word for it. We need another good word for the way he doesn’t just bounce from one subject to another but interrupts his own sentences to do so. It’s deeply weird, and probably diagnostic. He’s so distractable he’s distracted from his own blather.
Also of note: there was a near brawl in the rose garden.
Sebastian Gorka, a former adviser to the president with white nationalist sympathies, got into a shouting match with the Playboy reporter Brian Karem. After exchanging words, Gorka stormed over to Karem as if a fight was about to break out. “You’re not a journalist, you’re a punk!” he shouted. The Secret Service intervened.
Very dignified, much classy.
https://twitter.com/nick_ramsey/status/1149438819248365571
He’s more pinball than ping pong–goes off in so many different, unpredictable directions.
The freedom-bedressed woman is Joy Villa.
The Washington Post has a partial list of attendees at the event.
Trumpitis interruptus?
My candidate for the term:
http://farcornercafe.blogspot.com/2019/07/a-gop-production.html
The US Government is in the hands of carnies, led by an orange chief barker
I always think of pachinko machines. They strike me as more chaotic than pinball.
If footy yobbos ran a nation.