Donald Trump's Hideous Tantrum
Our Least Presidential President Crashes Out
There is a particular kind of absurdist theater that happens when a man who has spent his life surrounded by people paid to nod and agree is suddenly collides with journalism.
Under a metal roof booming from a summer storm on a Wisconsin farm, Kristen Welker conducted that experiment in real time.
The results were not a triumph of journalism so much as a clinical observation of a figure in steep decline as a President, as a leader of a party, and as a man. The tantrum was pathetic, juvenile, and politically poisonous.
By the end, the leader of the free world stormed off the set, spitting mad and ranting like an escaped mental patient trying to convince the EMTs that aliens had implanted computer chips in his rectum.
Trump screeched like a cut hog, calling Welker crooked, stupid, and finally…“darling,” and fled into the rain like a man who’d just remembered he left the stove on.
