Every day that step further into the Trump administration feels more and more like we’re living in a bad dystopian fiction novel.
Seeing the man who at one point on the campaign trail called for “a complete and total shutdown” of Muslims entering the U.S. being presented with a gold medal by Saudi leaders in full hijab attire was as mentally puzzling as if you told me that Wile E. Coyote and the Road Runner were getting hitched after meeting on Grinder.
It’s like the entire world has gotten together on one big practical joke, and the American people are the victims.
And no soon did my brain complete processing that image when I suddenly was presented with the visual of Donald Trump in a yarmulke praying at the Western Wall.
I normally refrain from using millennial vernacular, but … dafuq?
The most sacred site in Judaism being intruded upon by an orange-haired buffoon who thinks the generations-old conflict between the Israelis and the Palestinians is as simple as solvable as a game of Hungry Hungry Hippos.
His next stop? The Vatican.
Trump, a man who lives a life so glamorous that the inside of his penthouse suite is literally made of gold, meeting with a man who empathizes so much with the poor that he voluntarily shunned the papal apartment to live in the more modest Vatican guesthouse. They should get along as well as Voldemort and Harry Potter.
(Someone teach Pope Francis two words quickly: Avada kedavra).
This “religion tour” was apparently designed to be a symbolic sojourn to bind the three doctrines under a call for peace, while joining together to combat terrorism.
It’s a noble message. Just not the right messenger.
This was one of my biggest fears when Donald Trump was running for president. The fact that he would be the one representing America on an international stage.
People can definitely scrutinize some of Barack Obama’s domestic and global policy initiatives. But one thing that is undeniable was that the man held himself with grace and dignity wherever he went. He respected foreign cultures and customs, he was well-versed in his host country’s history, and he had a nuanced understanding of the conflicts he was speaking about.
Trump, meanwhile, has shown a tendency to have his opinion changed in a single conversation with a foreign leader, and knows as much about history as my cat understands particle physics.
Everything just seems backwards right now. Donald Trump is our president (still), and The Rock might be our next president.
Which would mean that we may be able to live in a country where we can tell people our last two presidents were victims of a Stone Cold Stunner.
If you, like me, needed something — anything — to take your mind off these chaotic current events, then enjoy this viral video from today of a girl being pulled into water by a sea lion.
I’ll be out of town for most of the week through memorial Day weekend. i’ll try to check in at least one more time before then, but no guarantees.
Until then, enjoy the “Pope-Trump Happenin’ at the Vatican.”
You heard that name here first.