A Left-wing American friend confessed a few days ago that he was beginning to like Donald Trump: ‘He’s got no mental teleprompter,’ he told me admiringly, ‘no notes, no filter, no volume control. He just says stuff, and sometimes he’s got a point . . .’
My friend has been uncontactable since Wednesday’s press conference. I think he might either be in Heaven or in hospital from shock. Because this was the most madcap performance by an incoming president since the 19th century, when Andrew Jackson took a bullet in the arm in a bar fight with a Senator.
It was a wild ride — terrifying, exhilarating, sometimes just plain pinch-yourself odd. It was ‘proper’ in only in one respect: a proper beginning to the era of Donald Trump.
Let us deal briefly with the notion that the 45th president is — unwittingly or not — an agent of the Kremlin. Yes, yes I know this would normally be enough of a big deal, but there is so much more we need to get to. The allegations of sexual oddness in Russian hotel rooms are highly unlikely to be proved one way or the other, so they sit in the background, toxic to some but not fatal.
His line dismissing the sex tape news — ‘It was a group of opponents that got together, sick people, and they put that crap together’ — was vintage Trump.
No lawyer would have advised a client to say that. No spin doctor would have massaged and sculpted our dear old English language into that phrase. He just blurted it out; plain and lumpy and utterly, utterly Trump....
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