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Hey, so it turns out Donald Trump is a pathological liar. Still.
"He said one nice thing about me. He said I'm a genius. I said thank you very much to the newspaper and that was the end of it. I never met Putin," Trump said.
Oh, well that clears that—
"I got to know him very well because we were both on '60 Minutes,' we were stablemates, and we did very well that night," Trump said [last November].
But I thought you never met—
Trump also said during a National Press Club luncheon in 2014 that he was in Moscow and he spoke "directly and indirectly with President Putin who could not have been nicer."
Outstanding. Just outstanding. The Republican Party has just nominated for president not merely a man who cannot clarify his own policies or hold forth on anything more detailed than a Bugs Bunny cartoon version of national or world events, but a man who can't even keep his story straight on whether he has "never met" a person or "got to know him very well." Outstanding.
Truly, Trump is the best possible figurehead for a now-dead party. A bobble-headed liar. An empty gumball machine in a suit. A man who would go on television and declare that the sky was green just because he felt like it, that particular day, and wanted to see the faces of the party members now tasked with his daily upkeep as they scuttled to and fro insisting that as of that moment, on that day, it was now true.
Just another little something to keep in mind as the serious minds of the nation debate whether the Republican presidential nominee was making an attempt at dark humor or being earnest when he twice today publicly asked Russia or other nations to hack his Democratic counterpart's emails. By tomorrow he’ll be denying it ever happened.