I think when Donald Trump sat down to talk with Barry Soetoro, in the White House, the other day, he listened and watched for awhile, as Barry pontificated. And Trump gradually came to realize for the first time, that he was dealing with a dangerous psychopath ready to blow out like a bad tire at 200 miles an hour.
I envision them sitting there, Barry tense with the smug confidence of a maniac, telling Trump how it’s going to be--Barry still in charge of the world, Barry still holding power, Barry calling the shots for next two months, and beyond.
Barry making threats about what he wants and what he might do to guarantee that he gets what he wants.
I see Trump in sudden realization of the utter danger, not daring to make any sudden moves, lest he set the monster off like a string of firecrackers.
I see Trump, poker-faced, not moving, thinking, "I’ve got to guide America through the minefield of this man’s delusions for the next two months--just get through any way I can. My God; everything depends on humoring this monster."
Okay, maybe he wasn’t thinking exactly that, but I’m close. And that explains what you’re seeing with Trump; why he’s been praising Barry Soetoro, and seeming to suck up. That’s why he actually looked apprehensive or nervous.
He must know that he Has to do that; play along in Barry’s nightmare. Or maybe risk World War III--ignited by a rattled, deluded, walking zombie of a man looking for relevance and a "legacy."
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