Related: Dump Trump? Some Republicans Are Searching for a Way “So important,” he said, then added, “The happiest people are the people that have that great.religious feel and that incredible marriage.” The thrice-married Trump said that one of his goals as president would be to reinforce “marriage and family as the building block of happiness and success.
The relatively brief appearance was marked by clunky non-sequiturs, awkward pauses and weird phrasing. Following remarks from former presidential candidate Carly Fiorina, who roamed the stage speaking extemporaneously, technicians at the Faith and Freedom event brought out the transparent screens in advance of Trump taking the stage.īut something about Trump’s remarks seemed.off. The teleprompters were, literally, brought out for Trump again on Friday. His remarks when he declared victory after the final primary elections of the Republican race Tuesday night appeared to be largely scripted. He will defy the seat of destiny, and come bouncing, bouncing back.In what appears to be an effort to rein in the billionaire’s verbal excesses, Trump’s team somehow got him to submit to the indignity of reading prepared remarks rather than speaking off the cuff. Is there a fairy tale where some big liar is trying to tell a lie so enormous, he is literally unable to get it out of his mouth? Trump over-enunciates, fluffs the line, snarls ultra-whitely, tries again, fluffs it again, swats the lectern with a testy hand.īut this is not a fairy tale. A flaming, screaming, mile-high soaring falsehood of course, but also a thorny collection of t-sounds. “My only goal was to ensure the integrity of the vote.” That’s a tricky line. It’s Ivanka, sweet, holy mother-daughter-editor Ivanka. And he doesn’t want to say “yesterday.” “ Yesterday is a hard word for me.” (Oh the webs of philosophy you could spin from that.) “Just take it out,” suggests somebody off-camera, a voice from a cloud, like a beam of white gold. The election is a permanent state, a law of nature, bellum omnium contra omnes. He doesn’t want to say “This election is now over.” Because the election is never over. No improv today, though, no drifting off into dreamy Trumptime. But to defy the seat of destiny? Now you’re talking. The line is “defiled the seat of American democracy.” Why can’t Trump be Trump? Why can’t he just give it one of his delirious in-the-moment rewrites? To defile the seat of democracy … big deal. Better than “You belong in jail,” though, which he flat-out won’t say: “Can’t say that, I’m not gonna-I already said ‘You will pay.’” Keep going! “The demonstrators who infiltrated the Capitol … have DEFIED THE SEAT OF DESTINY-” He breaks off in frustration, gives the lectern a double-handed thump. Paying for stuff: That doesn’t sound right. Then he says “You will pay.” He looks uneasy. “To those who broke the law …” he says with bedtime tenderness. Trump squints, really squints, at the teleprompter, his squashy features knitting themselves into that Trumpian squiggle of obtuseness/penetration. You can use it to describe a mass shooting (“this heinous act”) or a bad slice of pizza (“this crust is heinous.”) “I would like to begin by addressing the heinous attack yesterday …” Heinous: fine American word. Someone’s written this speech for him, this pompous speech, and he’s reading it in his special slushy, droning-intoning rhetorical-blah-blah-blah voice, the voice that means he doesn’t mean it. So now what? He stands at the lectern, in his lambency, in his mysterious Trumpy softness, between two sternly drooping flags: Donald Trump, great communicator-confuser, great charismatic muddle of signals and twisty wires, groping for a mood. They wanted to string up Mike Pence! As fun as it was-and it was a lot of fun-pointing an armed mob at Congress might not have been the greatest idea he ever had. He doesn’t want to scold them, to be censorious, because that’s not his style his style is to get everybody pumped. (Pretty sure it was von Clausewitz who said that.) What we have here is President Donald Trump, the day after his people sacked the Capitol, trying to strike a tone. If, as Carl von Clausewitz once observed, the mark of a historic moment is that no one knows what the fuck is going on, then what we have here is a historic moment.
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