This is what it looks like when a media junkie president gets the shakes from withdrawal.
Rick Wilson is the author of Everything Trump Touches Dies: A Republican Strategist Gets Real About the Worst President Ever. He is a national Republican political strategist and media consultant based in Florida who has produced television for governors, U.S. Senate candidates, super PACS, and corporations. He’s on Twitter at @therickwilson.
This isn’t a presidential campaign ready to suddenly emerge with a cadre of competent adults in the room. It isn’t a campaign ready to convert from distress to comeback.
He pretended he was too rich to be bought. Now we know that he’d chase a dollar bill on a string through a trailer park, and that he’s sold this country on the cheap.
He’s tired of the job, but he knows that without the power of his office (and Bill Barr to protect him), every conceivable chicken will come home to roost.
Get ready for 1968 redux with Fat Nixon at the helm. Strap in for apocalyptic rhetoric about MS-13, antifa and socialists, plus those poor, misunderstood Confederate generals.
He’d rather focus on what happened in Buffalo than on the outrage of Bill Barr’s hodgepodge army attacking citizens in a public park to clear the way for his limp-dick photo-op.
The last few days have been an audition of sorts for America’s favorite wannabe autocrat. It’s not going well.
You’re a private platform. He signed your terms of service, and you have his tweets in a vice. Add more warnings to his lies. Say it with me: “Fuck me? No, fuck you, Mr. President”
You have to give the AG props for his pure, brazen line of BS, and his deep knowledge of how to make the press corps swallow and regurgitate even his most outrageous lies.
The rats in Trump’s abandoned hometown are fighting each other and resorting to cannibalism as the virus has shuttered businesses and restaurants and cut off their food supply.