The one area in which I am pro‑trump
Imagine queuing through the night outside a book shop during a snowstorm – or a “bomb cyclone” as these things are apparently now known – to buy a tell-all tome about Donald Trump.
Personally, I struggle to read anything about him from the warm comfort of my own home – every time the President’s name is mentioned, my face takes on the contorted appearance of the man in Munch’s The Scream, and it’s beginning to frighten my four-year-old.
Still, queue people did to get their cold little hands on Michael Wolff ’s exposé of the first year of the Trump presidency.
Fire and Fury is a book that seems to confirm everyone’s fears that the leader of the first world is a complete head case (and I write this as a head case myself, though one without any power, thank goodness).
Perhaps I would have queued through the night if Wolff ’s book provided evidence that the President was sane and everything in Washington was shipshape – now that would be a revelation. Instead, we learn he likes to eat cheeseburgers and that he and First Lady have a “bizarre” nightly ritual that involves going to bed early in separate bedrooms. This doesn’t sound terribly bizarre to me – in fact, it sounds more or less like the dream. Early to bed, without having to deal with my beloved farting and snoring? On this count – and perhaps this point only – I am steadfastly pro-trump.