You really can’t ask Donald Trump anything about world history — unless it’s which year and month Anna Nicole Smith appeared in Playboy — and expect a coherent answer.
I’m guessing he’d be hard-pressed to identify which war he dodged, much less tell us anything about the history of Europe.
So this question was just an attempt to make him look stupid and glassy-eyed, right? (If so, I applaud that intrepid reporter.)
From Whitehouse.gov (don’t go there until it’s Cloroxed, ‘kay? I took the bullet for you this time.):
Q: Do you have a message for Poland on the anniversary of Warsaw Uprising, which is today?
THE PRESIDENT: Well, I have a lot of respect for Poland. And, as you know, the people of Poland like me, and I like them. And I’m going to be going to Poland fairly soon. And I know they’re building an installation that — and they’re putting in all of the money — 100 percent of the money. So they’re building something very nice for the United States to have.
FYI, the Warsaw Uprising was a 1944 revolt against the Nazis by the Polish underground resistance. To be fair, I didn’t know that either, but I wasn’t pretending to answer the question by claiming that Poles really like me even though they demonstrably do not.
In fact, if you go to pewresearch.org, you can build your own chart and discover exactly how (un)popular Trump is in Poland:
Apparently, only 35 percent of Poles have “a lot or some confidence” in Trump. See that huge drop-off toward the right of the chart? Yeah, that happened after Obama left.
This is typical Trump. When faced with a question he can’t answer he 1) pivots to a non sequitur that kinda-sorta has something to do with that question, 2) makes it all about himself, and 3) lies his ass off and/or tosses out a wild assertion with absolutely nothing to back it up.
And here’s the video:
Whew, you really dodged a bullet there, huh, Donnie? A few more like that and people might start to think you have no idea what you’re talking about. Wouldn’t that be embarrassing?
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