First of all, I’d like to send out my thoughts and prayers to the people of Toledo, because why the hell not? We all need some thoughts and prayers these days. On Monday, after a weekend of slaughter around the country, El Caudillo del Mar-a-Lago proved once again that he is incapable of rising to any occasion more serious than a ball he can kick out of the rough and onto the fairway. The Toledo gaffe was merely the most ludicrous illustration. His affect was flat. He was at SniffCon 4. His prepared remarks were back into the Grand Guignol American Carnage Mode: “twisted monsters,” “sinister ideologies,” “barbaric slaughters,” “monstrous evil,” REDJACK! REDJACK! Read the rest of Charlie Pierce’s piece at Esquire.
