The guy in the Big House is a total moron. If he can’t find his backside with both hands (although obviously he has no trouble finding a woman’s crotch), how can we expect that he can locate anything on the globe? OK, I’ll grant you Trump Tower and Mar-a-Lago, but even then, I bet he couldn’t get there by himself. Iran, Iraq, Syria, Libya? All the same, all shit-hole countries. Saudi Arabia? Not much pussy there, but hey, how about that glowing orb?
The guy is the laughing stock of the international political community. The vacuum in his head is matched only by his boasting. He equates the bullying of the gold-plated gutter where he conducted his “business” with negotiating skills.
You know he knows he is out of his depth. The occasional tremendous polysyllabic word that he flaunts the likes of which the world has never seen before is not a large enough fig leaf for his ignorance.
To give him some credit, it does put him on par with the local parrot that exclaims “Polly wants a cracker!” The thing is that Polly would probably come up with a better global strategy.
The guy is uneducated.
The guy is unwilling to learn.
The guy has no policy.
The guy has no vision.
The guy has a six second attention span.
The guy has a problem with impulse control.
The guy cannot have a strategy.
Oh, wait! He is a misunderstood, much maligned genius. Fox and Friends say so.
I stand corrected.