I guess you can’t blame the man. He’s lied and lied and lied and nothing ever happened, so what’s one more? It’s a lot like that old adage about the alcoholic, “One drink’s too many and a thousand isn’t enough.”
Or, we could compare Trump to Helen of Troy. She launched a thousand ships, he launched a thousand slips — of the tongue into no man’s land.
In all events, this is not normal. Even for a guy whose relationship with “normal” is fanciful and passing at best.
Read this breaking piece from the Guardian, which would be funnier than hell as black comedy. But it’s real.
“At about 9.30pm every night, he’s sitting at his table, whether on the patio or inside, and they bring a laptop over and he starts picking songs, and he starts being a DJ for the night, but it’s sort of funny because he picks like the same 10 songs every night,” the club member said.
The Trump playlist is of a certain era, when he was a regular clubber in New York. The signature tune is the Village People’s YMCA, alongside The Greatest Love of All by Whitney Houston, and a few Elton John numbers.
“Sometimes he dances to it,” the club member said. “He will be at his table and he’ll dance while sitting.” […]
What might have otherwise seemed no more than a characteristically bizarre twist for a post-presidential career, looks more significant now that it is known that all the while the lights were low, the music was playing, guests were tipsy and the host was otherwise engaged, there were thousands of government documents, many of them highly sensitive, and at least one of them containing nuclear secrets, being kept illicitly in rooms and closets nearby. And all of this was unfolding in a venue described by former intelligence officials as a priority target for foreign spies.
“Without any question the former president, and those in his circle will be very important targets for any foreign intelligence service. They will be looking at: how do we get into that circle?” said Douglas London, a 34-year veteran of the CIA’s clandestine service, and author of The Recruiter: Spying and the Lost Art of American Intelligence.
London added: “He’s brought in really questionable people with various skeletons in their closets, financial or personal or political, who have vulnerabilities a foreign intelligence service could exploit.”
It is a scenario which in other circumstances, might make for an uproarious comedy series, featuring spies from around the world tripping over each other in the dark as they race each other to grab hold of the motherlode of state secrets, as YMCA echoes around the darkened corridors.
Mar-a-Lago hires foreign workers every year. Trump stored documents in places where they could have been accessed by workers, club members, family, you name it. As fiction it might be comical, as fact it is unspeakable. As with all things Trumpian, look for it to get worse.