While MAGA slept

 There are operas that make more sense.

At about the same time Trump was promising an "Iron Dome" over the United States because he thinks it sounds cool, an Iranian-built Houthi drone landed in Tel Aviv, killing one person and injuring at least ten.  Even the best systems fail, and Israel is smaller than Texas.  But reality wasn't much of a presence as the Chosen One rambled on before his less-than-riveted disciples.

"Four more ears!  Four more ears!" they were heard to chant before dozing off, checking their phones and wondering if the flight back to Ordure Lake, North Carolina, would leave on time.  

If that speech was actually on the Teleprompter, somebody is due a refund.  For an hour and a half Trump, still sporting his ludicrous BandAid, lied about everything from migrants importing Fentanyl to the "China virus" which stole the election from him.  The most nauseating moment, hands down, came when he finally decided to acknowledge Corey Comperatore, the firefighter who died on Saturday night.  

He kissed the dead man's helmet, or what was supposed to be his helmet.  There is some question about where they got the gear, because Comperatore's name is misspelled.  (Looks like Eric's work.)  But the crowd applauded solemnly, impressed that God had saved Trump and allowed a man who served his community as a volunteer to die.  Mysterious ways, huh?  By the way, is Chief Comperatore's widow getting a cut of the money from "Assassination Sneakers," only $299 a pair?  I'm just asking questions.

And then it was back to "crazy Nancy Pelosi, the whole thing, just boom boom boom."  You're sure?  Not "bing bang bong"?  Was that the Nancy Pelosi who just donated her delegates to him or the Nikki Haley who failed to secure the Capitol?  Never mind, he's rolling.

"We will have our next Republican convention in Venezuela."

Not a clue.

"You know who's taking the jobs?  One hundred and seven percent of those jobs are taken by illegal aliens."

There will be new arithmetic on Day One.

"And he said, 'I understand, Your Excellency.'  Calls me Your Excellency.  I wonder if he calls the other guy Your Excellency.  I doubt it."   

"He" is the leader of the Taliban, overjoyed at Trump's inexplicable decision to release five thousand Taliban fighters in US custody.  "The other guy" is of course Joe Biden, who never did anything so mind-bogglingly stupid.  The other guy just had to deal with the resulting chaos in Afghanistan, where Trump continues to attack him for leaving "$85 billion worth of equipment" behind.  For the people of Afghanistan, especially the women, not a word from His Excellency.

Trump would love to be addressed as "Your Excellency."  He could never understand why George Washington declined to be called "Your Majesty."  

"North Korea's acting up again.  When we get back, I get along with him.  He'd like to see me back, too.  I think he misses me."  In case you're still on the fence about Trump, there's a good reason to vote for him -- the obese dictator who likes to kill people with an anti-aircraft gun is pining for him.

Abortion?  What's that?  

And -- I called it -- he trotted out Hannibal Lecter, the joke he can't even recite so it makes sense.  It's his "Take my wife -- please."  Devoid of a sense of humor or any other human characteristic, he thinks he's a paragon of wit.  Like Pavlov's unfortunate dogs, the MAGAs drool.  (Other lies rebutted -- not refutted, Donnie -- here, by Glenn Kessler in the Washington Post.)

No pressure, but Trump's bosses gave Evan Gershkovich sixteen years for practicing journalism.  As we know, only Trump can effect his release, probably on Day One.

"That was an amazing, horrible thing.  Amazing thing.  And in many ways it changes your attitude, your viewpoint on life.  And honestly it makes you appreciate God even more," Trump told a bunch of donors about the shooting.  I almost pity those who will have to listen to his banalities for months as though he was in the Wolf's Lair when Stauffenberg's briefcase exploded.  (Did God save Hitler, too?)  Since there has been no press statement by an actual doctor, only Rep. Drunky McPillslinger, it's just possible that what hit him was a piece of glass or plastic.  When the Kotex finally comes off, that ear had better look like Evander Holyfield's after Mike Tyson bit him.  With congenital liars like Trump, as Reagan would say, "Trust but verify."