Donald Trump has had 73 years to figure out how to be a real human being, and if he hasn’t grasped the nuances yet, I don’t think he ever will.
Here he was today announcing his administration’s crackdown on flavored e-cigarettes:
“We can’t have our youth be so affected. And I’m hearing it — and that’s how the first lady got involved. She’s got a son, together, that is a beautiful young man. And she feels very, very strongly about it.”
Actually, that transcription doesn’t quite do it justice. You have to see the clumsy way he says it:
Father of the year, folks.
Of course, it wasn’t a total disaster. After seemingly giving all the credit for their shared issue, Barron, to Melania, Trump quickly corrected himself, first sputtering “together” and then using the pronoun “that” in reference to their bouncing bundle of whatever.
Well played, Kodos. No one caught on. Proceed with the pod incubation protocol.
Oh, and if you could get around to acknowledging the thousands of children killed every year by guns, that would be nice.
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