Saturday evening in Phoenix, failed, one-term, twice-impeached former President Donald Trump dusted off his greatest hits from the 2020 election and once again proved that he’s unfit to speak without the supervision of a medical team.
He sniffed. He slurred words left and right. And he even suggested that the courts were on the verge of doing “great things” that would put him back in the White House very soon. He looked like he was at least 90: Frail, gaunt, pathetic.
Even from the opening, it was clear the evening was going to be scripted by Samuel Beckett with Salvador Dali providing the drugs:
While he was at it, Trump also attacked Arizona GOP Gov. Doug Ducey and Senate Minority Leader Mitch McConnell (R), saying neither of them does anything at all, which of course is pure projection on Donnie’s behalf:
Later in the extended, factually-challenged rant conducted by the Donald, he said votes in Georgia were counted three to five times. So many times, he insisted, that people “threw up” as they watched what was happening.
Also, the slurring was much worse than usual. Some of the words he attempted to pronounced sounded more like the babblings of a newborn than the utterings of a so-called ex-president:
The only good thing about the Phoenix speech is that it’s quite clear he’s deteriorating rapidly. He’s falling apart physically and mentally, and it’s not hard to imagine him in a year or two being wheeled onstage by a nurse and not being able to speak a word. He’ll just raise a shaky arm, wave for a second, soil himself, and be returned to his hospital bed.
Donald Trump is finished. He’s done and everyone seems to realize it except him and the members of his death cult.
