Let us begin. Trump’s decent down the ramp. It was a lovely, clear day at West Point. No precip. The leader of the free world seemed a tad unsteady. The Army officer taking the walk with Trump was quite close by. One might see more distance between horny teens at a frat party. Well, Trump made it, but like so many things he does, it was tantalizingly embarrassing. His attempt to tweet his way out fell as flat as he seemed destined to be on that lovely day.

John Bolton. Oh you rascally rabbit. Some excerpts from the book have somehow gotten to the press. Here we see Trump needing a little help from China, you know, in case Russia can’t seal the election deal for him. But it’s already in the bag.

William Barr. Dredged up from the swampy depths to serve as consigliere. If you didn’t hate lawyers before, I rest my case. Trump needed a little help to rig the Justice Department and doesn’t it seem the casting couch has taken on a whole new dimension.

Ukraine. These poor bastards. Call it a quid pro quo but Trump would probably prefer tit for tat. He needed a little help smearing Joe Biden. Sometimes the stars just align perfectly. And a very stable genius is able to play astronomer. Kidding. He stumbled into this.

White supremacists. Trump finds them useful in his desire to foment a civil or race war. Desperation. At this moment in time, Trump is tweeting threats to protesters which will surely entice a large representation of black lives matter. Trump’s de facto army of skin head militia will appear to defend the supreme leader and somehow blood will be shed. In other words, a normal Trump rally.

Hydroxychloroquine. No way. UV light bath. Seriously? Clorox cocktails. Unbelievable but true.

Rudy Giuliani. Even Trump isn’t sure if Rudy is helping anything.