So The New York Times undertook a herculean effort — reading everything Trump has tweeted since he disgorged from Satan’s maw onto the sparsely populated National Mall on inauguration day.
Not sure how they did it. I guess they just chained their staff down at their desks, spread vomit pails liberally throughout the newsroom, and wished them the same kind of luck you’d wish Frodo and Sam as they trekked grudgingly toward Mordor.
What did the paper of record find? A lot of what you’ve probably already concluded. He loves dictators, isn’t so fond of our traditional allies, likes to insult people, loves himself, hates minorities. You know, the usual modern-day presidential dreck.
Oh, and he loves him some conspiracy theories.
I’ve literally spent minutes reading through Trump’s Twitter feed before, and take it from me: It’s a depressing exercise. It kind of feels like sinking into a tar pit, except the sweet release of death isn’t waiting for you at the bottom. Just more tweets.
I can’t imagine how they did this, but good for them, I guess. It’s more boo fuel. And our country desperately needs that.
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