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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