This is the latest from him. Oh, good grief. We knew he was petty, but this is beyond that – so far beyond there are no words to describe it. I would ask what is wrong with him, but the list is already too big to include. He is less and less understandable as each day – hell, each *minute* – that passes. From The Daily Beast via AlterNet:
Trump biographer Michael Wolff shared some anecdotes from his first presidency — including a conflict between the president and his security detail over his sleeping arrangements. Wolff told host Joannna Coles that members of the U.S. Secret Service (USSS) vehemently objected when Trump installed a lock on his bedroom door in the White House. Wolff explained, “This was a confrontation…. The Secret Service) actually took it off, demanded that it be taken off.”
Amazing. He apparently doesn’t know that the Secret Service needs access to be able to protect him. I don’t care how paranoid he is. Locking them out, while (very) vaguely understandable, is just plain idiocy. If something happened and they had to break down the door, that could be too much time for something to happen. Did he lock the windows, too? Has he put locks on the bathroom? How in the hell could he be protecting his privacy after what we found out about Mar-A-Slobo?
According to Wolff, Trump also became angry after White House domestic staff changed his bedsheets. The author told Coles, “He had a fit. What that’s about, I have no idea.” The Secret Service, Wolff noted, found that Trump had much different habits in the White House Oval Office than previous presidents.
Ya think? He has many different habits *overall* than other presidents. Gold toilets? Oh, please. Remember, he changed out the toilets after Obama left, for his first presidency? That was excessive. Actually, excessive is another word that fits him so well. He’s an excessive child who expects to get what he wants All The Time. Pitiful.
“It’s [the Oval Office] like a bus station, it’s just filled with people, 20 people, 30 people, more,” Wolff recalled. “They bring in chairs. Almost anyone can come in and sit down, and Trump is behind the desk, talking, talking.” The Trump biographer continued, “It’s like a monologue… And sometimes, it’s kind of funny, he’s trying to make jokes, or then digressing into, you know, having no idea where. And everybody is sitting there pretending to listen.”
Pretending, with the occasional notes here and there, so he can be reminded of what he said later. He’s proven over and over again that he doesn’t remember much except “Russia, Russia, Russia” and “the election was stolen”. Both of those have proof that one country interfered and the election was NOT stolen, emphatically so. He still harps on them. It was old the second time he said it, and it gets older as time goes by. And he’s so erratic there’s no controlling him for longer than a few seconds. Let’s hope we survive.
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Oh dear … his paranoia sees him imploding on his own terms, over a timeline fast gathering pace down a plug hole, based on his concept of reality, legitimacy and stupidity, perhaps.
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