* As we’ve been witnessing these last nine months, there’s no topic that Donald Trump can’t insinuate himself into. He’s that vain, that off-the-cuff, that disturbingly unpresidential. To wit:
When it comes to the JFK assassination, let’s not forget that during the 2016 campaign Trump actually accused Ted Cruz’s father of hanging out with Lee Harvey Oswald shortly before Kennedy was killed.
And as we recently saw, he became the tasteless focal point in a matter concerning a grieving Army widow.
Speaking of, should Gen. John Kelly, the chief of staff who prepped Trump with some background insight, have stood in front of him with cue cards during that telephone call to Myeshia Johnson? With, among other things, her full name and her late husband’s as well as the correct pronunciation of “Niger,” just in case–because there will always be a just in case with President Impromptu.
Kelly, who then got into an ugly, disingenuous spat with Johnson-family friend and Florida Congresswoman Frederica Wilson, should know better than to let Trump handle anything with even a hint of contextual nuance or feeling.
“He knew what he was getting into,” for example, isn’t an inappropriate line–embedded in the proper context. But that’s a foreign language to one who is empathy challenged. Trump can’t deliver feelings, only TelePrompTered lines, even then haltingly. If it isn’t “Apprentice” repartee or branding small talk with hotel partners, it’s likely a Cluster tRump.
* It’s now been nine months. Crisis Management 101, anyone? Apologies for anything, anyone?