Yesterday afternoon I got an email from Trump. It wasn’t the first, which didn’t make it any less strange. I’ve never gotten an email from a president I voted for. And it didn’t carry his email address, unless it’s @trendingconservatism.com. But it carried his name in the subject head, and at the bottom of the letter, which asked me for money. “I want to raise two million dollars in the next 24 hours to show the Left that the American people want this witch hunt to end.”
Why the president thinks he needs money to stop the impeachment trial – or why he needs money at all – is beyond me. But it seems to me that an innocent president who was wrongly accused of crimes and misdemeanors would not be asking fellow Americans for money.
Tomorrow will mark the 30th anniversary of the fall of the Berlin Wall. It had great significance for me, having lived east of it for two and a half years. Also, as a recently-hired travel editor, I knew the thrill of a suddenly opened up world.
It’s disheartening to imagine any American watching Trump’s rude, belligerent, vocabulary-challenged press conference yesterday and thinking, ‘Yes, that’s my president.’
Reading of the president's latest predicament I am reminded of the old saying (often attributed to Einstein): "The difference between stupidity and genius is that genius has its limits."