It’s every news anchor’s worst nightmare to be on live TV on the phone with a chatterbox whom you can’t get rid off because it’s the president of the United States.
I’ve rejected many attacks on Trump, as if he were stupid (he’s brilliant and so has learned no discipline or patience, even to read), a hardcore racist (he just doesn’t know about oppression so what you see is run-of-the-mill racism), a bragging attention-craving narcissist (no, he’s just pleasing his base), a political idiot (no, he was predicted not to win, he won, and he’s now ignoring all advice and repeats what gave him his win — the first success in a long carrier), naive (no, shrewdly, he’s dismantling Obama’s successes and enriching the rich), etc.
But, as reported by several reliable sides (here, here and here), he crashed Fox and Friends and started rambling about everything on earth and the kitchen sink. I can’t give an innocent twist to that! What happened?
I know he’s a con artist, always ready to try talk himself out of any truth not comfortable for him, but this beat everything he ever said in public.
He went over every thing that bothered him in the past year, giving his stale versions on them, then on-and-on-and-on.
How lonely must one be and how unaware, to do so?!
Is this a new condition? Was he drunk? Was he angry? Was he desperate? Is he getting senile? Our most likely and therefore first assumption must be that this is not a new illness. Then what is this?
Just days before, he received French President Emanuel Macron on a state visit, where he was swept away by his blatant signs of affection for him — though he stealthily did wipe off his cheek after getting a wet kiss on it. Even Macron disagreeing with him did not stop this love affair.
I think he misses the love and admiration he got from his European counterpart. Such lonesomeness would propel many people into chatting to anyone they meet. And most will not be aware that their words are just signs of loneliness — but everyone else is.
Did he talk about Macron at all during this prime-time nonsense? (I learned from my psychiatry teacher Prof. dr. P.C. Kuiper that when listening to others, pay attention to what they don’t say, what is strangely missing.) Well, I listened to the rambling half-hour affair and that’s what he started with.
To unpack everything he said would take pages and pages, which I won’t spend. I’ll only focus on when and where he started harping.
Fox’s anchors’ questions were really not lame or so bad. And Trump was at his “best” at the beginning of each answer, giving his first spin, but he just didn’t know when to stop talking. It’s the con artist style: Trying to figuring out what to say while talking in vague terms, and rehearsing old answers already in stock. He totally missed that the anchors were often snickering at his overly-known self-propaganda and over-the-top mischaracterizations.
Normally, in a pub, you would say, sorry, I need the bathroom. And if he would follow you to the door, you’d flee through the window. Poor Fox and Friends anchors. They had to cut him loose for all the hear.