This morning—quite possibly while doing something that forced more blood to his brain—Donald Trump had a vision. Not only did he know words, the best words, but some of those words actually kind of sound alike ... like … not exactly alike, but they share some sounds. There’s probably a word for that, but it doesn’t matter. Because it’s not one of the best words.
Clearly, Donald Trump has discovered poetry. A thing which no one else has ever done before. And he immediately went on to more advanced forms, because “for two years until the Wall is finished (under construction now), of the Republican Party” certainly does not make any sense at all as prose.
Trump was so taken by his coinage that he immediately tweeted it again. And you know it’s not going to be the last time. You’re going to hear this. You’re going to hear it from Trump. You’re going to hear it from tired surrogates who do their best to explain how it has some connection with reality … even though it doesn’t. You’re going to hear it from embarrassed GOP legislators who are only now starting to realize that in empowering Trump, they’ve genuinely built a wall between themselves and all but the minority of people who blindly support his nonsense statements.
Trump’s discovered rhyme, too bad it wasn’t mime, ‘cause he’s put his party in a box. He can’t shut up his tweeter, but it surely would be sweeter, if his fingers could be locked. His slogan, it’s just nonsense. That’s one thing that’s a constant. But it’s the best he can concoct.