Rockwellian America eludes...But WAIT, there's more!

You know, I hate to brag, but I can honestly say I saw all this coming. No, seriously, it’s true. Back in August 2015, I made the prediction that The Trump could pull it off (becoming president that is, not pulling off Stormy Daniels’ bra).

I did.

There was sufficient hatred and grumbling from the radical right to propel him into office. The GOP had been courting untapped and forgotten Americans living across the heartland for years, promising them a better life at some point and return to a Rockwellian America that has eluded us since the days of Nixon (he’s still dead, right?).

I ALSO said at the time that if The Trump did pull it off (again, the presidency, not the bra) it would be the most entertaining four years in American history. Of course, that prediction couldn’t possibly have taken into consideration the kind of sh*t we’re seeing daily rolling out of Jerusalem-on-the-Potomac. Nobody could have seen this coming.

So, I shouldn’t have been surprised yesterday to see the photos and video of the first lady, Melania Trump embarking and disembarking (if one embarks one must disembark after all) from Air Force ONE wearing a fashionable slogan jacket with the words, “I really don’t care. Do u?” across the back.

She was on a trip to visit one of the centers where The Trump’s administration has been warehousing children separated from their parents trying to enter the U.S. illegally. Probably not the best choice of jacket to wear if you’re trying to make a fashion statement (just sayin’) in this particular instance.

The Trump himself put his thumbs to work on Twitter saying that Melania is protesting the fake news media. Mrs. Trump’s own spokesperson countered that by telling the media that it’s just a jacket and there is no hidden message.

I really find it kind of perplexing. If you understand it, please feel free to explain it to me. I’m an idiot, I guess. Of course, Hollywood went wild on the social media slinging flaming arrows at her…but, those people live on a different planet than the rest of us, so I seldom pay attention.

Besides, Melania has always seemed so above the day-to-day minutia spinning around her in that snake pit of a White House.

I thought maybe The Trump, who can’t stand a day without controversy, had slipped that jacket on her as she was leaving, and she didn’t realize she had a statement on her back. I can see him doing something like that. Kind of like the “kick me” signs that kids stick on the back of other kids’ shirts in grade school.

I wasn’t even going to bring it up in this stupid blog today, it was all just too perplexing. What the hell was she thinking?

BUT THEN…I get up this morning to find myself in a “But wait! There’s more moment.” So…

But wait! There’s more.

So now there’s a report (everyone please be seated, you definitely shouldn’t be standing) that Stormy Daniels and her attorney, Michael-something, are headed to one of the child detention centers on the border.

Huh?

Yes, seriously. Now I know most of you are saying, “But, Mr. Robin, congresspeople have gone down there only to be turned away. How will she get in?”

Ah, Grasshopper, you underestimate the power of attorney-client privilege. Avenatti (yeah, that’s the guy) has taken on two of the kids, a 6- and 7-year-old, as clients. They’ll have to let him in. Maybe he’ll declare the porn star his legal assistant.

Who knows? Even if she doesn’t get in, can you see the media flocking around her as she stands outside the gates and pleas for the quick reuniting of children with their immigrant parents? Who could have predicted this stuff? I ask again, WHO?

Cynical Robin sees this as pure genius. Think about it. You have the first lady of the U.S. flying down south to visit the children (not sure she ever actually saw any) followed by the porn star who claims to have slept with her husband.

Think about this from a news producer’s standpoint…the juxtaposition of FLOTUS here and Stormy Daniels there. They (the 24-hour news cycle) will be singing praises of this for the next year. Genius!

I said before this four years would be entertaining, but this…this…administration is the greatest situational dramedy of all time. And, the best part is…you can’t make this crap up! Who could?

I’m going to go wake up Cousin Fred. He won’t want to miss any of this action.
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