But on Thanksgiving, after talking to troops serving overseas, Trump held forth, venturing into the weeds of the allegations that the election was rigged — baseless claims of widespread spread that courts have repeatedly rejected.
"There's no way that Biden got 80 million votes," he said, repeatedly. When a reporter pushed back against his claims, Trump got angry.
"Don't talk to me that way," he said. "You're just a lightweight ... I'm the president of the United States. Don't ever talk to the president that way."--From NPR.
He may have needed a nap judging by his outburst, but he definitely needs to sleep on whether we could find 80 million actual people who wanted a person who was not a great big pissybritches toddler for president anymore, because that was the deal. Vote for Biden, big ole pissybritches leaves office. It was a good deal, and not hard for people who simply "can not" with this man anymore.
With every passing day he looks smaller, and somehow, it's not because he's vanishing in our rearview mirror.
Or at least, not yet. Maybe it's because his lawyers are still treating him to a wild, rollicking "storytime", where he gets to hear about a delightful fantasy land where he won, and no one gets to tell him bad things. But those stories are bad, and they aren't helping. Sadder still, he isn't the only one who seems to believe them, or at least, who likes to hear them.
But stories end, and so do presidencies. How he does it is a question of character, but then again, his character has been questionable all this while.
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