Trump is Ready for his Close-up with Mr. DeMille
I never suspected that my most self-referenced post would be " Day 334: The Final Number ." In that post, written after Trump gave one of his ad hoc television addresses, I wrote: What we saw Wednesday night was an entertainer who is way past his prime, reduced to cliches and tired routines that only his most diehard philistine fans would appreciate. We are watching the final act of a failed reality television show, one with ratings so bad that even A&E wouldn't renew it for another season. No matter how frenetic the song and dance routine he does, the audience is leaving the theater in droves, and he is powerless to stop them. The other night's update on his Iranian "excursion" was just more of the same: a tired old man having the verbal equivalent of a hissy fit; a man insisting that you believe him on every issue, rather than trusting your own lying eyes. But unlike his address in December, this one was more surreal because the nation got to see the ...