Down went the lids. (Thud.) At first glance, he looked to be praying for stronger Bible sales. But then he wobbled. Began to swoon. And caught himself just before his chins hit the table.
Courthouse News Services reporter Erik Uebelacker resolves “His head hit his chest…, and shot back up.” Alas, even that ex-Daily Beast intern can’t help but gratuitously editorialize “We have all been there.”
Nope. Not in open, criminal court, we haven’t. And (let it be stressed) not after making no small political hay by repeatedly smearing President Joe Biden as “Sleepy Joe.” (Ten-hut: when even such an ostensible progressive as Uebelacker looks to be bending over backward to normalize all things Trump, we’re in so deep we cannot count on our screams being heard, let alone heeded.)
So. Why would Trump dis the court (and the country) with such gross torpor? Could he have been sleep-deprived?
Well, in the wee hours that same morning, he looks to have been (broadly speaking) tweeting, not sawing logs. (Perhaps in line with that, for all we know, he additionally may well have been emailing Playmates. Porn queens. Or even Kim “We Fell In Love” Jong-Un.)
Not to overlook: once his lids opened, they skied. His in-court glaring at Maggie Haberman (no doubt for telling some un-Trumped truth) bespoke a far cry from a free country of any stripe (let alone a former “leader of the free world,” vying for a comeback). To the import of that crazed, freedom-sacking gaze, ALL Americans need to wake up. Switch to caffeinated. Get moving. And, while we still can, resume speaking in un-hushed tones with eyes wide open.