The Cat’s Way Out of the Bag

Volodymyr Zelenskyy certainly didn’t deserve the trap he walked into last week. He couldn’t have known what awaited him in the Oval Office, as Donald and JD pounced on him while Marco tried to sink into the couch.

Mr. Zelenskyy couldn’t get a word in edgewise. He was ambushed, belittled, treated like garbage instead of as a beleaguered leader who somehow has survived to lead his country in a war against not only Putin, but now us as well? Who were Trump and Vance playing to, if not Vladimir himself? What the hell were we watching?

And Trump had the gall to say that what unfolded would at least make great television. Yup, that sounds about right.

Anyone else had enough yet? MAGA? Bueller? Anyone? Holy shit.

What gets me more than anything is that, apparently, it was Mr. Zelenskyy’s bad for not knowing how to schmooze, for not bearing gifts for the King and bending the knee and mustering the patience —given everything he has seen and suffered—to show proper deference to a 78-year-old child who can’t hold a candle to the depth of character that was gracing his presence.

My word, America, how could you put this clown back in office?

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