Oh God what have I done? Photo by Mary Altaffer/AP
That terrifying, bombastic, moronic, incoherent rant that was our Buffoon-In-Chief's speech to the U.N. elicited the horror and flood of Rocket Man jokes - Trump becomes Honky Cat! - it so painfully deserved. It also prompted some memorable visuals in the often-stunned faces of his listeners - no more spectacularly so than that of Chief of Staff John Kelly. His much-noted face palm, followed by his hunched I-really-don't-want-to-vomit-just-now body language, seemed proof of a once-respected, now-complicit guy in crisis, seemingly lamenting his most recent life choices. He could have been moved to that point by the chilling genocidal rhetoric, or by Stephen Miller's idea of soaring oratory, as replicated by a fifth grader: "In America, we do not seek to impose our way of life on anything, but rather to let it shine as an example for everyone to watch. It is up to us whether we will lift the world to new heights or let it fall into a valley of disrepair." Either way, we're probably doomed.
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