Today at a press conference following the 2020 Davos Global Economic Summit, Donald Trump claimed that he’d love to show up at his impeachment trial and confront his accusers. I assume this will happen right after he runs into an active-shooter situation at a school. Because Trump is nothing if not a big bowl of bluster and cowardice.
REPORTER: Would you want to show up at your trial any day?
PRESIDENT TRUMP: I would love to go. Wouldn't that be great? Wouldn’t that be beautiful. I don’t know. I'd sort of love — sit right in the front row and stare in their corrupt faces. I'd love to do it.
REPORTER: So why not?
PRESIDENT TRUMP: Don't keep talking because you may convince me to do it.
A reporter then asked Trump if his legal team would want him there:
PRESIDENT TRUMP: I think they might have a problem. I think they might. By the way, I think they've done a really good job and I think the other side has so lied. I watched the lies from Adam Schiff. He'll stand, he’ll look at a microphone and he’ll talk like he's so aggrieved. These two guys, these are major sleazebags. They're very dishonest people. Very, very dishonest people.
This little nugget of fucknuttery begins at 32:55:
So we’re supposed to believe that the guy who’s refused to testify, to let his advisers testify, to hand over relevant documents, or to cooperate with this investigation in any way is champing at the bit to show up at his trial?
Wow. That smells like bullshit.
By the way, Trump was very low energy during this presser. If he talks for more than 30 minutes at a time, he really needs to have Kushner standing by with a tranq gun full of Adderall and Diet Coke. And maybe Kellyanne could lower Chicken McNuggets from the ceiling with a string every few minutes.
Also, he owes Low-Energy Jeb! an apology. Trump sounds like Eeyore two hours after he found a Groupon for his favorite opium den.
Just one more thing he’s decided to embarrass us with. On the world stage, no less.
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