Trump tripping on acid again
On Sunday evening, while everyone else were enjoying their quiet (or booze-filled) evenings, Trump seems to have bumped into his meth-head friends and joined in for a moment, followed by a moment of clarity, at least in his head. "Fuck this shit," his brain probably told him, "if they want a deal, it's gonna be My Deal. I'm the master of deals. I freaking wrote the Art of Deal...or whoever my ghostwriter was. Details...beautiful details, mm, I'm the greatest."
Getting back from the crack house he decided to get his administration together and issued a list of demands as part of a deal to allow the Dreamers to stay in the country legally. "Pay for my wall or I will send your daughter to a foster-home." Well, it sort of does sound like that.
While he had already agreed to discuss the Dreamers issue and leave anything related to the Wall specifically out of the Dreamer discussions, that's exactly what he now says he won't do. In his list of immigration demands, the funding for the wall is one of the main demands.
Just a couple of weeks after Trump had sat down with Senate minority leader Chuck Schumer and House minority leader Nancy Pelosi, during which they had agreed to consider bolstering immigration enforcement, Trump has decided that no, no deal. There's no art in this deal. It's not my deal. And no, I didn't make this deal. So I can make a new deal.
This man has to be on acid, right?
"The administration can't be serious about compromise or helping the Dreamers if they begin with a list that is anathema to the Dreamers, to the immigrant community and to the vast majority of Americans. We told the president at our meeting that we were open to reasonable border security measures alongside the Dream Act, but this list goes so far beyond what is reasonable. This proposal fails to represent any attempt at compromise," Schumer and Pelosi said late last night after Trump had gotten his tripping announcement out.