An Official Request for a Chaperone

What can be said of this?  Donald apparently spoke to Putin for ninety minutes and his head is full of Russian lies.  And now he says them out loud, in place of reasoning.  Why does he do this?  I do not know.  But that he does is certain.

David Cay Johnston tells an early story of when he first met Donald.  He said that he determined that Donald was telling him lies, so he introduced a new lie to Donald, and Donald took that piece of disinformation and mixed it in with the other words that he was saying.  Donald then told the lie back to David, in addition to his other words.  Fascinating.

In my smallness, I imagine greatness.  If I had debated Donald Trump, I would have used the same trick.  I would have started my initial soliloquy by thanking the veterans.  Then I would have complimented Donald on making the greatest monument to veterans during his administration, and thanked him.  You can imagine the rest.  I am in some way vindicated in my assessment of the ease by which he could be manipulated.

My advice to the people around Donald, please do not let him talk to Putin again.   




Please find the request for an adult above, read by me below!  The words are always my own.

 

("[T]his is an axiom which never fails: that a prince who is not wise himself will never take good advice, unless by chance he has yielded his affairs entirely to one person who happens to be a very prudent man."  -The greatest diplomat of the 16th century.)

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