Another day

After a while you run out of ways to describe the SAPFU clusterfuck that one vicious, senile moron has created in the Middle East.  No one should be surprised, because he began his reign of error by announcing that his utterly unqualified slumlord son-in-law would be in charge of bringing peace to the region  --  saying, in effect, "Go fuck yourselves."  Then he rushed off to Saudi Arabia because they let him play with their toys and told him how important he was, just the person to help them with a certain troublesome journalist employed by the Washington Post.  It went downhill faster than Lindsey Vonn after that.

Here's a brief recap, in case you've been lucky enough to be lost on Mount Fuji without wifi all week:

The US shares a large military base in Incirlik with Turkey, which includes fifty nuclear weapons.  At this hour, they are described as being "held hostage" by the Turkish government, which knows how easily the stable genius can change his "mind."  No sign of that.  As the Italian president looked on like an unwilling guest at the Mad Hatter's tea party, he explained, "There's a lot of sand they can play with," whatever that means.  Then he explained that Islamic State, again running amok, is actually afraid of the PKK Kurdish defense force and that the Kurds are "no angels."  In other words, Erdogan told him PKK is a terrorist organization, which has long been the Turkish line.

Then he began slobbering about Nancy Pelosi, Comey, McCabe, Peter Strzok, Lisa Page, and -- you knew  it was coming -- Obama, who probably tried to rig the election against him -- just read it here, I can't paraphrase anymore.  Apparently communists were also involved.  At least President Mattarella didn't have to smile politely as Trump praised his "amazing Italian lawyer Rudy."  Not in front of the cameras anyway.

Then he shared with the world a week-old letter to Erdogan.  He actually urged him, thug to thug, to stop committing crimes against humanity and "make a deal," adding, "Don't be a fool!"  Officials of the Energy and State Department are huddled as I type, trying to figure out how to secure the nukes before Trump gives them away.  Erdogan has always wanted his own nuclear arsenal.  Clearly, no deals are being made; Erdogan is no more impressed with Trump's statesmanship than Kim Jong-un.

No, I'm sorry, there is actually more.  Last August nineteen-year-old Harry Dunn was riding his motorbike in Northamptonshire when Anne Sacoolas, wife of an American diplomat, struck and killed him.  Security video shows she was driving on the wrong side of the road.  Sacoolas returned to the US, claiming diplomatic immunity, and refuses to face British authorities.  It's rather impressive that Trump took time out from all his other self-created crises to meet Dunn's parents and actually made their suffering worse.  It wasn't only that he refused to commit to sending Sacoolas back to the UK.  He actually had her in the next room and was ready to stage a meeting between her and the parents, as on some sleazy reality show.  Charlotte Charles and Tim Dunn declined.  Then he described his meeting as "beautiful in a certain way."  The parents used the words "bombshell" and "ambush."  Around that point I lapsed into a fugue state, so I probably missed the official tweet describing them as "nasty" and boasting that he's the best comforter, believe me, far better than Obama, but the Lying media...

I wanted to write about other things.  I'm too tired.