Trump is way beyond the gentle satire of “Alice in Wonderland” territory. He is now full bore out there and beyond. Like signing an Executive Order today for the US to Mine the Moon. I kid you not.
Meanwhile another 1,500 Americans will die today on his watch, because he is still screwing around and making TV commercials in prime time. That the best ones will ultimately be for Democrats in November never seems to intrude on his limited mind space.
A black & white portrait (New York Times [thank you]) of the emptiness behind a grim visage. A cold, dark, airless space still somehow teeming with enemies, plots, slights, perceived insults, missing Nobels & Emmys, the Deep State, and Democrats, lots and lots of Democrats, and even a few Republicans.
Oh yeah, and the Absolute Power fantasy.
