Donald Trump’s Friday morning: declare a national emergency.
Donald Trump’s Friday afternoon: jet off to Mar-a-Lago.
Things are so terrible at the border, so incredibly dangerous despite what all the statistics tell us, that it is an EMERGENCY to build a wall. The emergency is not so severe, however, that Trump doesn’t have the leisure to hang with billionaires at his private club and do some secret golfing. After a few hours of executive time, of course. The man’s got to rest up between ranting while signing some pieces of paper and getting on Air Force One.
Priorities, I tell you.