Trump uses racist mock-Asian accent at posh fundraiser

Pardon me for quoting from the right-wing, Murdoch-owned New York Post, but the juxtaposition of these two paragraphs is just perfect in its perversity.

The setting — a recent big-money Hamptons fundraiser. I guess Trump assumed he was among his “own people.”

Trump kept returning to hit back at the “fake news” media attacks on him, saying of claims from the Democrats that he is a racist, “That is the only ammunition they have.”

Trump also made fun of US allies South Korea, Japan and the European Union — mimicking Japanese and Korean accents — and talked about his love of dictators Kim Jong Un and the current ruler of Saudi Arabia.

Yes, how dare anyone call him a racist? What calumny!

This reminds me of the famous Molly Ivins story about the Rush Limbaugh fan who said, “I think Rush is right: Racism in this country is dead. I don’t know what the n****rs will find to gripe about now.”

Except that was just some random idiot, whereas Trump is a very prominent idiot.

I mean, how is any of this real? If I’m just a brain in a vat and the aliens who sucked my gray matter out of my skull with a pipette are pranking me every day, let me just tell them, in no uncertain terms, that this shit isn’t funny anymore.

It’s like our pr*sident is Michael Scott, but without the self-awareness and sense of basic decency.

Really, now. How the fuck is this our reality? I’d prefer the equally bizarre timeline in which Carrot Top hired me to loofah his ass at the top of every hour. If anyone has a way to reliably navigate the multiverse, I’ll go there. Don’t think I won’t.

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