Will Durst is an award-winning, Nationally-acclaimed columnist, comedian, and former short-haul truck driver of plaster molds.
Donald Trump is the political reincarnation of Tina Turner; he doesn’t do anything nice and easy. Also, they’re both Type A personalities who expend a lot of energy, but hardly move at all. And both are famous for high-maintenance hair.
Since his January coronation, the New York City real estate developer turned Leader of the Free World has partied like it’s 1939, issuing polarizing edict after polarizing edict. The surprising thing is, Fox News hasn’t started to refer to him as Chancellor Trump. Or Gropenfuhrer. Yet.
Traditionally, a newly elected, first-time President hits the ground running, with hand outstretched in a gesture of sociability, solidarity, and camaraderie. Not Donny John. He hit the ground whining, with a fistful of disdain for everyone he slapped upside the head: Democrats, Republicans, the media, Iran, Mexico, Great Britain, the media, his own Cabinet appointments, refugees, the media, the NSC, TSA, and National Park Service. And don’t forget the media.
Experts theorized the weight of the White House would settle him down, but alas, no such luck. He’s still up all hours tweeting out a barrage of alternative facts, choosy truths, questionable veracities, and marginal actualities that reflect a reality only he can see. As fluid and murky as the Potomac River.
What little Presidential honeymoon he enjoyed ended long before the cake was cut. The groom ditched the bride and boogied across the floor alone, performing a solo victory dance in front of a mirror. As graceful as an angry anvil.
You could describe his movements since as jerky, spasmodic, and frenzied, like when he obsessed over the election being stolen. Ignoring the fact that he won. Even 46’s own staff is having problems negotiating his tricky hairpin turns. Not only does the emperor have no clothes, his skin is really thin and kind of blotchy.
According to the most aerodynamically coiffed President in history, 3-to-5 million undocumented aliens illegally cast ballots for Hillary Clinton, causing him to lose the popular vote. It’s the only possible answer. Because how could Donald Trump not be associated with whatever was most popular? It’s unthinkable and “unpresidented.”
President Trump loves his invisible people. And there [are] tons of them. The invisible people who cast fraudulent ballots are totally different than the invisible people who came to Washington, to be part of the largest crowd ever to witness an Inauguration, but conveniently vanished when aerial photographs were taken. Maybe they’re shy.
And neither of those two groups of invisible people should be confused with the thousands of invisible people who celebrated in New Jersey, after the World Trade Center came down. Which only he saw. Maybe it’s a Sixth Sense sort of thing. “I see non-existent people.” No wonder Bruce Willis supported him.
During the rest of his first term, we can expect an expansion of Trump’s hallucination theme. Much time will be spent discussing ghosts and leprechauns and sprites and phantoms and pixies and the vast legions of his invisible enemies.
Turns out Donald Trump doesn’t just have a vision for this Country, he has an X-ray vision for this Country. He’s like Clark Kent only less buff and way blonder.
It was bound to happen. America finally has its first super hero President: “Erratic-Man.”