So many times in the past couple of years I’ve been tempted to come out and … not support, god knows, but defend Donald Trump in more than the most grudging terms. He has held up well, I think, under an endless onslaught of negative press, much of it quite unfair. His record of achievement in office, while not exactly epoch-marking, hasn’t been as embarrassing as I expected. And to be completely fair to a man who at this point has to be the most investigated individual in the history of opposition research, the fact that he’s still in office at all must mean he’s been a closet saint all these years.
He came to the campaign, after all, a famously unpleasant, crass, vulgar, sleazy oaf of a real estate tycoon and reality television show star. Only Hillary Clinton could have lost a presidential election against such a renowned boor. But she did, so I said – against all expectations – thank whatever gods there may be for Donald Trump.
That doesn’t mean I liked the man. And a couple of days ago, bless his heart, he reminded me why not.
All through the campaign we heard Trump shout paeans to the greatness of Wikileaks! It was one of his mantras…
Then this past week Ecuador threw Julian Assange out of its London embassy after – what, seven years? I guess he went stir crazy and started making more trouble than he was worth. Anyway, he went directly into the waiting arms of British cops and you could practically hear American knives being sharpened in the background. The deep state HATES that guy.
And what did our beloved, heroic president do to show his appreciation for all Assange’s help?
But thank you, Mr. President, for reminding us why we shouldn’t trust you for anything. I have to kind of love you for having all the most despicable enemies, but appreciate the reminder that that doesn’t make you yourself in any way virtuous.