One time, Donald Trump literally could not recognize friends he's known for years.
Wolff wrote, “At Mar-a-Lago, just before the new year, a heavily made-up Trump failed to recognize a succession of old friends.”
The man might actually have dementia. Although he’s been unfit for office from the start, there may be something deeper and more…biological…happening here. It’s hard to speculate about these kinds of things, but the American people deserve to know if our president is in his right mind.
Look at those little chihuahuas kissing each other!
For the first time since John F. Kennedy was president, the president and the first lady maintain separate bedrooms in the White House.
This is some real-life House of Cards shizz.
[Trump] retreated to his own bedroom—the first time since the Kennedy White House that a presidential couple had maintained separate rooms. In the first days, he ordered two television screens in addition to the one already there, and a lock on the door, precipitating a brief standoff with the Secret Service, who insisted they have access to the room.
Oh yeah, there’s also the thing about how he got into a fight with the Secret Service about needing his own private lock on the door. This puppy looks appropriately sad about this whole situation.
Donald Trump refused to invest his own money in his campaign (probably because he never planned on winning!!!!!!!).
For a billionaire, the guy’s a cheapskate.
In the end, the best Trump would do is to loan the campaign $10 million, provided he got it back as soon as they could raise other money. Steve Mnuchin, the campaign’s finance chairman, came to collect the loan with the wire instructions ready to go so Trump couldn’t conveniently forget to send the money.
Donald Trump hates the White House and the housekeeping staff.
No real surprise here. Stories have circulated for years about how terrible a boss he is.
He reprimanded the housekeeping staff for picking up his shirt from the floor: “If my shirt is on the floor, it’s because I want it on the floor.” Then he imposed a set of new rules: Nobody touch anything, especially not his toothbrush.
He doesn't want anyone to touch his toothbrush, and he eats lots of McDonald's, because he is afraid of being poisoned.
This parenthetical comes right after the toothbrush bit:
(He had a longtime fear of being poisoned, one reason why he liked to eat at McDonald’s—nobody knew he was coming and the food was safely premade.)
Good thing this pupper is able to sleep through all this nonsense.
If you can imagine it, the looniness and the puppy-cuteness only increases from here…