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Ma, She’s Making Eyes at Me, the Islamic Republic of Japan, and Other Trumpian Delusions

Photograph Source: Margo Martin – Public Domain

“Every minute he gets bolder Now he’s leaning on my shoulder” — “Ma, He’s Making Eyes at Me” “I just kiss them. I don’t even wait. And when you’re a star, they let you do it. You can do anything.” — Donald J. Trump

“Every minute he gets bolder Now he’s leaning on my shoulder”

— “Ma, He’s Making Eyes at Me”

“I just kiss them. I don’t even wait. And when you’re a star, they let you do it. You can do anything.”

Trump does not live in the real world. His is a delusional, alternate universe, built on a matrix of lies, pieced together from AI-generated slop. It is a world in which Trump is a six-foot-three, 238-pound stable genius who has never had a scalp reduction, and where the word “weave” refers only to his elaborate, Joycean, stream-of-consciousness connection of disparate topics, not to his equally ornate but mangy coif. It is a world where he and his enablers float comfortably and unmired in a pristine, “American flag blue” Reflecting Pool devoid of algae, and where the White House doesn’t look like collateral damage in an attritional war on democracy. Here, Trump is a muscular, lightsaber-wielding Jedi knight, a comb-over Yoda without jowls or a vagina neck. It is a machismo paradise where a “stalking” female Italian prime minister gazes up at him with eyes so adoring that it necessitates a restraining order. It is a world where the president can attack hijab-wearing kindergarten graduates, while remaining utterly silent about yarmulke-donning high schoolers.

In this delusional world, Barack and Michelle Obama – when they are not swinging from trees and a leonine Trump is not lording it over the jungle – wave to unseen crowds (doubtlessly smaller than Trump’s massively overestimated throngs) from a graffiti-covered Air Force One. Meanwhile Trump’s own repainted Qatari-g(r)ifted jet – which now, with its inverted color scheme, looks more like one of his corporate jets (right down to the redesign of Old Glory on its tail!) than the robin’s-egg blue and white........

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