It was the worst of times, it was the worst of times.
In this tale of two leaders, we first present a tycoon who gets emasculated by a space cadet not so cleverly disguised as the speaker of the House. Who loses a contest of wills to Nancy "I represent a district where people poop in the streets" Pelosi?
The other is brazenly rubbing his church's face in his sulfuric excrement, publicly proclaiming the doctrine of demons, knowing full well no one in church authority will do a darned thing about it.
In one corner we have Trump, sending a letter to Speaker Nancy Pelosi Wednesday proclaiming the State of the Union would go on – a move that drove clickservatism wild — only to announce hours later that he would be caving to Pelosi's demands that he not make the case for his presidency to the American people after all, or at least not until after she has effectively castrated it.
This only makes the column I wrote earlier this week, saying that Trump’s re-election is largely being decided as we speak, even more true.
This is the political equivalent of gender reassignment surgery. Pelosi and the Democrats are belly-laughing at Trump. Republican consultants will urge their clients to run and fend for themselves, because there’s obviously no plan given Wednesday's chain of events. There will be more Cory Gardners behaving like Billy Zane's character at the end of Titanic, looking for a lifeboat to abandon a sinking ship, because it's every man for himself.
Yet another reminder: There is no 4D chess and never has been. Just terrible people, doing terrible things to other terrible people, terribly.
Which leads me the next kick to the nether regions. What’s to stop Pelosi from never inviting Trump for a State of the Union address again, as a form of “punishment” for such a “misguided and cold hearted shutdown” even after the government is up and running again? Not a darned thing, which is why you never cave to these people.