It’s the visual, and the shit-eating grins. Trump sits, fully awake and beaming ear to ear while he holds up the latest Executive Order proclaiming the destruction of endangered habitat or the removal of all safeguards at a plant that makes razor blades, while a gaggle of Cabinet members and Congresspeople gaze adoringly and try to refrain from backslapping and lighting victory cigars.
It’s the incongruity, the dissonance, because we know it won’t be long until the next gathering of minions, standing around the Commander-in-Beef as he holds up an order declaring 24 hours of celebration and flag-waving revelry in honor of the most recent derailment and explosion of tank cars full of mustard gas in a small town in upstate New York.
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