The Car Salesman

("Trump Poses With A Tesla, a Move Aimed Solely at Helping Musk")

A car salesman. What an appropriate role for Donald Trump.

Has there ever been a more inane, a more insane, sight at the White House? Teslas, including the most hated vehicle in America, the Cyber-truck, lined up like contestants in one of Mr. Trump's Miss Universe beauty pageants. The President trying to bail out his comrade, the richest man on the planet, from the economic tsunami created by the sheer stupidity of what this two headed monster had been busy creating for the past 50 days.

Donald picked out a red one that he liked. He wanted to wake this morning with one exactly like it. Paid for with his own money. Just like everything else (wink, wink).

This charade defied gravity: the gravity of the office, the gravity of the chain saw that Mr. Musk has been wielding with such glee, the gravity of the moment.

Donald Trump is nothing but a used car salesman (with apologies to used car salesmen everywhere). But half the nation has bought everything else he has uttered. So why not now? In the mind of Mr. Trump, there's a sucker born every minute.