President Trump announces his latest cure for coronavirus:
“Let’s shake in a dollop of tickles, an ounce of regret, and a single shooting star, then stir counterclockwise for two shakes of a lamb’s tail and we’re almost there,” said Trump, clapping his hands with glee as he began pedaling a bicycle connected to a bellows in order to fan the flame below the vials.”
The President now claims that his bleach-injection cure was “sarcasm.” I’m pretty sure that: (1) he was totally serious, since he repeated the suggestions after he walked them back; (2) he undoubtedly has no idea how to define the word “sarcasm.”
But assuming he was really being sarcastic, a different thread on this blog had some good observations on that:
Throughout history, the one distinguishing trait of the great leaders is sarcasm in the face of human suffering.
Very true. Very few people realize how sarcastic Lincoln’s delivery of the Gettysburg Address was. And radio allowed FDR to roll his eyes all the time during his fireside chats!
You would have to be a complete moron to take Trump’s sarcasm as serious. He has you fools twisted in knots, giving yourselves heart attacks. Go Trump!!!
He really shouldn’t have taken those three witches’ advice to start a presidential campaign.
“Be bloody, bold, and resolute. Laugh to scorn the power of man, for none of woman born shall harm the Trump.”
I sure hope Sleepy Joe’s was a Caesarian birth.