Friday, July 10, 2026

No power to reason away

You know, every time—every single time—the Kleptocrat gets up on his hind legs on the international stage, he showers himself (and our nation) with embarrassment. Not that he, in his molding cottage cheese brain has any notion of it. But his performance at the NATO summit this week in Ankara was no exception.

Every time he opened his mouth, he spewed incoherent, rambling, inapt, ignorant, bloviating lies and bullshit. I’m not going to detail them, because I do not fancy six hours of documenting his crap. But there was one thing that just captured my attention. He had, of course, slagged off NATO individually and collectively throughout the meetings, but on Wednesday, he hallucinated an incident—in private, of course; behind closed doors where no cameras captured the moment—where the leaders assured him, “’Sir, we love you.’ These are grown people saying that. Isn’t that nice?”

I’m not linking to the video, but what interested me was that when he said, “Sir, we love you,” there was a wistfulness in his voice, as though on some level he knew that of all the things that never happened, this never happened the most, but he so very much wanted it to happen. It was quintessential wishcasting.

So for our earworm today, we’re having The Doobie Brothers singing “What a Fool Believes”.


 

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