In September 2017, after the president discussed the nuclear arms race situation in North Korea at the UN, Premier Kim Jong Un had some nerve in calling our president “a mentally deranged dotard.”
He may sometimes seem like he needs to seek professional help for his narcissistic personality disorder . . .
He may be goofy, dim-witted, if not downright stupid, a closet fascist, a man who knows nothing about governing . . .
He may be a spoiled brat who grew up to become a first-class megalomaniac, a corporate cheat, prevaricator, scoundrel, real estate gonif, and the poster boy of Fake News . . .
He may call him Kim Jong Uh-uh . . .
But he is no dotard!17
In the Democratic People’s Republic of Trump USA Inc., we believe in free elections. If we the minority of the people elect a dotard, whatever it is, so be it. He is our dotard, and mentally deranged or not, deserves all the respect he is getting from elsewhere in the free world.
Admittedly, our dotard has displayed some strange behavior since taking office.
For instance, in honor of the opening of our pro football season, the fifth and most popular of our seasons for real Americans, he wrote seventeen tweets in four days about the way our national heroes, NFL players, were not respecting the flag. Those “sons of bitches,” as he called our heroes, should be fired by the team owners for expressing their opinions by kneeling.
What’s so deranged about seventeen tweets?
This is not to say we agree with him about kneeling. There is something religious about taking a knee. Turning your back is more of an insult.
There were those who said our dotard was playing the race card as distraction. From what, the North Koreans might well ask?
Well, there was the Puerto Rican crisis, which he ignored on Twitter for a week, finally acknowledging, among other things, that the great Commonwealth of Puerto Rico was an island, and implying they were a bunch of welshers for being so heavily in debt.
Then there was “that Russian thing,” and the solution of the North Korean thing, which he promised to solve in the campaign. So far, it looks like we can forget about that Nobel Prize the president was saying he’s being talked up for, although Kim is up for a Grammy now, because he has played Trump like a fine instrument.
I’m not saying our dotard is perfect. He has an anger-management problem, as he demonstrated during his maiden address at the UN. He seemed to find fault with all of our enemies in the world, except the Russians.
Not since Khrushchev banged his shoe on the rostrum have the delegates witnessed such diplomacy.
Our dotard had already called the honorable leader of the Democratic People’s Republic of North Korea a “bad dude” and “a maniac.” And now he was using the world stage to insult him as “Rocket Man.”
As if that wasn’t bad enough, off the floor he amended that epithet to “Little Rocket Man.” Everybody knows what little means in our dotard’s thesaurus of insults.
Any tweet now, the president might refer to the North Korean leader as a gook. Bush the First referred to Mr. Kim’s grandfather as “a Pygmy.”
What I worry about is that our dotard is enjoying all the attention he is getting for threatening to start a fire-and-fury nuke blastoff with his debating pal. He’s liable to destroy the whole world by accident, given his incompetence in governance.
Better the two overweight masters of their domain would agree to fight it out in a sumo wrestling world championship bout on the DMZ.