Trump, Over the Edge, and Out To Lunch, Upstairs

TO BORROW A QUOTE from John McEnroe: "you cannot be serious!" Unless I'm dreaming, I and maybe we all are living in some bizarre alternative parallel science fiction universe in which a nut job with the emotional age of a third grader and various mental disabilities, among them extreme narcissism and hyper sensitivity emotional personality disorder, has been elected president of the United States, just as he begins a descent into depravity, perhaps caused by dementia. In the latest of a seemingly never ending series of inane statements, Donald J. Trump, most likely soon to be president of that wonderful fun house called America, actually said that he, and not Hillary Clinton, won the popular vote. In point of fact, as the rest of us, we the members of the sane universe are well aware, Clinton won it by well over two million votes, and counting. The reason, Trump alleges, that he actually won , or should have won, is that there occurred massive voter fraud, consisting of millions of illegal aliens casting votes. He declined to specify whether the "illegal aliens" to which he vaguely referred are Mexicans, or extraterrestrials. Knowing Trump, it could be either. Does it matter? First, he said that he could have won the popular vote if he had tried harder, now, this. The frightening part is that he appears to be perfectly serious. The even more frightening part is that, unless the recount in Wisconsin, Michigan, and Pennsylvania changes the electoral outcome, Trump suddenly gains sufficient lucidity to have himself checked into a mental institution, or the good lord intervenes, this wack job is actually going to become president of these United States. Is this a bad dream, or merely a humorous one, from which we shall all soon awaken? Are we ready to acknowledge buyer's remorse? Has anyone over at Bellevue suggested curtailing twitter tweet privileges for the mentally and emotionally disabled?