The Genius of Donald Trump

The sum of his diversions will always be greater than the worth of his parts.

The Magic Formula

There he sat, Donald Trump, the President of the United States, fitted into a chair so tight that there was little doubt that it must have been meant for a child. How else to explain this spectacle?

How is it possible that a serious reporter could maintain any sense of decorum in the face of this blatant ridiculousness?

"Why are you sitting at a kiddie desk?"

Why did no one dare ask?

Perhaps some reporters were waxing nostalgic for a time when they might have considered themselves serious people doing serious jobs. I wonder how many could pinpoint the day that they'd left journalism behind for this circus gig.

It seems reasonable to believe that either Trump or his handlers had achieved the affect they had been hoping for. Sure some reporters tried to ask serious questions in the face of lunacy but the President was only offering nonsensical non-answers. What did it matter? Expectations had been so lowered that nobody seemed to care.

Trump's performance was not so much presidential as it was more akin to the Queens of Hearts from Alice in Wonderland. Woody Allen as the leader of a banana republic in his 1970's film, "Bananas", presented a more serious image than Trump.

Reporters might recall that Trump answered with little more than “Fraud, blah, blah, blah” and “stolen, blah, blah, blah”. But nobody seemed inclined to press him on any matter. Perhaps the sight of a very big man packed like a sausage behind a very small desk was just too much to fathom.

Do You Believe in Magic

Of course we don’t believe in magic. Most of us are older than 12 and realize that it's all just trickery. That's why David Copperfield requires 20 or so near-naked dancers to draw our eyes away from what might otherwise be an obvious deception.

Trump and his tiny desk proved once again that Trump in indeed the David Copperfield of presidents. That's not to be confused with the greatest President of all time. But if you're looking for a professional liar who has turned his lying into an art form, he would be hard to beat. 

Unfortunately his is an act that has been repeated that it appears that the people who should be paying attention have decided that it is no longer worth the effort. Who can blame them? What's the point? Trump will only ever respond with another lie. So maybe we can't blame the reporters for focusing on the only truthful point of the evening; the tiny desk.

The Secret of His Genius

Donald Trump's secret of genius is distraction. Even when he is talking and noise is coming out of his mouth he manages to get the press to focus in something else. They ignore what he says and get lost behind the optical illusion of the tiny desk. His little hands flail in all directions while he assigns derogatory nicknames to his critics but nothing of worth is ever said.

If the so-called liberal press had ever been paying attention to what Trump actually has said they would have exposed him as a con-man with no qualms about flirting with fascism a long, long time ago. But they can't take their eyes off of that tiny, tiny desk.