Donald Trump is a compulsive liar. It's pathological.
“We are going to have an unbelievable, perhaps record-setting turnout for the inauguration, and there will be plenty of movie and entertainment stars,” Mr. Trump said. “All the dress shops are sold out in Washington. It’s hard to find a great dress for this inauguration.”
This is a damn strange thing to lie about, and by strange we mean stupid, and by lie we mean Jeebus Crisp, how would you even invent such a thing? Your greatness is so vast the nation's collected fashion industries are incapable of even finding clothes for your too-many admirers?
So Racked had to fact-check this, because this is our lives now, and it is indeed a load of hot flaming garbage pulled from the Dumpster fire that Donald Trump calls his ego.
An employee at the Neiman Marcus at the Mazza Gallerie told Racked, when asked whether it had evening gowns available, “Absolutely. A lot of them!” A staff member at Saks Fifth Avenue at Mazza Gallerie informed us that it does indeed have evening collections in stock at the moment. An employee at Gucci City Center said that clients can shop its ready-to-wear by appointment, and that offering “absolutely” includes evening dresses. A local Lord & Taylor has “a lot of eveningwear dresses,” according to an employee, and they’re 15 percent off with a Lord & Taylor Card! Betsy Fisher is “definitely not sold out,” [...]
And so on and so on and so forth. All right, so what brought on this latest compulsive lie from the compulsive liar to whom we're giving the nuclear codes?
It apparently—drumroll, anyone?—because Meryl Streep made him sad. So Donald Trump took to Twitter—of course—to insult Meryl Streep, and in the process of his tantrum he bragged that his inauguration was going to be the bigly-est, with stars, and hookers, and blackjack, and chocolate fountains hand-pumped by orphaned waifs from Rex Tillerson's own personal waif dungeon, and it's not like you Hollywood stars could even get in if you wanted to because a million jillion people are going to be there and they've already rented all the best clothing. Or something.
The important thing is that Donald Trump apparently cannot stop lying about everything, all the time, about anything that he sees as even remotely challenging to his unhinged evaluations of his own grandeur. And he's stepping into the most visible, most critiqued job in the nation.
He's going to be insane by April, you know. They'll have to wheel him in and out of the Oval Office in a gilded wheelbarrow.
