during Little Donny Convict’s first disastrous presidency, there was a specific scenario that we saw play out over and over.

step one: Donny would propose some ruinous policy, or make some fuckbrained pronouncement. Mexico’s going to pay for the wall! covid will disappear by Easter — like a miracle!

step two: Donny would get clocked upside the head by reality. Mexico basically told Donny to sit on it and twirl, and covid went on to kill over a million Americans. no matter, because —

step three: despite the vigorous head-clocking, Donny would nonetheless claim victory. he built the wall! (he didn’t.) he vanquished covid! (he didn’t.)

the final step in this kabuki dance would be when, upon hearing the great (imaginary) news of Dear Leader’s victory, his gaslighted cultists would spontaneously orgasm, and proclaim that a greater genius had never walked the face of the earth.

we saw this whole stupid dog-and-pony show play out again just this week.