» President was “his usual self ” at Mar-a-Lago event, insider tells Shannon Donnelly,
So, the president is crazy.
Well, of course Donald Trump is. Only a crazy person would want that job.
The Hollywood
Reporter excerpted staffer Michael Wolff ’s new book about his year inside the “insane” White House, “Fire and Fury,” on Friday, and the excerpt ended with this: At Mar-a-Lago, just before the new year, a heavily made-up Trump failed to recognize a succession of old friends ...
Now, I’ve certainly had my issues with POTUS, but I have to wonder if somebody slipped him a mickey between Christmas Eve, when I saw him, and whenever he allegedly turned into a forgetful Tammy Faye Bakker.
At the Christmas Eve dinner buffet in the Mara-Lago Club’s ballroom, POTUS didn’t appear to be wearing makeup. But I’m not an expert on the topic; the other night I inattentively reached into my purse for what I thought was a brow pencil and instead nearly put out an eye with a halfeaten candy cane. (For the record, burns like hell.)
Melania and Tiffany
(and a phalanx of security) joined Trump on his stroll toward the buffet — a habit he insists on maintaining despite the concerns of the Secret Service, which would prefer to keep his movement around the room to a minimum. Along the way, he stopped at a few tables, including that of Richard and Robin Bernstein. Robin, who is leaving for ambassador training next week to begin learning her duties for her still-tobe-confirmed tenure as U.S. ambassador to the Dominican Republic, said Friday, after the excerpt became the topic of conversation, “He was fine. His usual self.” Also getting a stop-by was Trumpettes USA founder Toni Holt Kramer, at a table with her gaggle of Trumpettes including Terry Mendozza, Ari Rifkin, Suzi Goldsmith, Janet Levy and Tova Leidesdorf. And me.
That’s right, me. But only because I was with my son, whose 6-foot-5 frame casts a long shadow, and who was holding a squalling toddler, and who is a 10-handicap golfer with a love of the game that equals that of the 11-handicap president. Hard to miss either one of us.
We made small talk. “How are you doing?” he said. “How’s things at the paper? Are you having a good week?” I responded, “Not as good as the week you just had,” referencing the tax bill.
He turned to Melania and Tiffany, who were standing behind him, and then, demonstrating his keen powers of observation and remarkable mental acuity, said “Cute baby,” before continuing to the buffet.
I’m pretty sure he was talking about the toddler.
Other than the Bernsteins, the Kramer table of Trumpettes, and Mark and Mary Freitas and their family, I saw very few familiar faces among the hundreds of guests.
I’m not sure who the “old friends” were whom he failed to recognize, if, in fact, the lapses mentioned happened at this event. But if he keeps these “old friends” after they demeaned him under the cloak of anonymity, well, then, he is crazy.
Not that I’m qualified to judge. I’m not a psychiatrist; I work for a newspaper.
Everybody I know is crazy.