Nothing Else Matters.
I have been trying my darnedest to avoid writing about, much less attacking, the 45th President of the United States. I truly have. But to even mention that his narcissism dominates every news cycle is understatement. There is simply no escaping his ego.
Donald Trump demonstrates over and over again that he cannot focus on anything, or anyone, other than himself. He believes, I’m sure, the universe revolves around him. So tremendous. Unbelievable.
Toss away the Protocol.
I was driving along midday Wednesday. News report: President Trump is greeting Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu at the White House. Nothing special in this innocuous gesture … except there was. The public—nay, the world—knew this meeting was scheduled. The President, uncharacteristically for a president, greeted the Prime Minister’s motorcade personally. Okay, a bit ostentatious, but okay.
The real curve ball came with what happened next. Trump and Netanyahu held a press conference before their meeting. Odd.
Remember, I’m driving, so the road has most of my attention. Each man praised the other almost dotingly, noting how they had known each other for many years.
Diplomacy by Association
Then things got weird. A reporter asked Trump if he would comment on incidents of anti-Semitism in America. He would. He prefaced his reply with a reminder of how proud and honored he was to have received 306 electoral votes. More to the point … Trump noted that his son-in-law is a Jew, his daughter is a Jew, and he has Jewish grandchildren. Anti-Semitism? Not in the Trump family, the center of …
It gets weirder. Another reporter asked about Trump’s views on the Israel-Palestine issue. Well, he said (paraphrasing here, no quotes), I used to be for a two-state solution, now I think one state is alright. Whatever they decide.
Then, as if the hole needed to be deeper, he ribbed “Bibi” just as little. You’re going to stop building over there for a little while, right? I didn’t hear a response from Netanyahu. So rude.
Press conference over. Can’t wait to hear how the meeting went.
Buckle your seat belts. Tighten your crash helmets. We’re in for a bumpy ride.
[I write about politics in this blog because of the direct link I see between the words and actions of politicians and Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. America’s political class manipulates our military as though they were pawns in a global game of chess. To them, PTSD is merely an unfortunate cost of war.]