With all due apologies to The Munster, as I watched, Donald Trump, shoulders bent forward, neck down, as if his head was sniffing the ground for Putin poo, slouched in such a distorted form, I had to wonder if Herman Munster had just entered the room. I leaned further toward the screen looking for one of those very thin lines of rope, in this case thinking at least there was a leash, somewhere tied around Herman Munster, oops I mean Donald Trump. I also watched closely as, Vladimir Putin dashed quite athletically a few steps behind, almost leaping upon his podium with as much guilty glee as possible. Trump was still discovering which podium was his and was not sure if the one step up, was there to confuse him, trip him or perhaps just a hallucination. Once arriving upon his podium, first searching for his orders, oops I mean the notes, written with Vlad’s personal words with one syllable words Trump tuned to Vlad to make sure he should take his turn and be permitted to smile. If you looked closely the smell was not directed at the audience, but first to Vlad. Vlad already snapping his earpiece onto the earlobe, smiled, his botox grin of course showcasing his youth, but certainly the lack of the muscles in the face used to create a smile; so I am not sure if it was a grin or grimace, Trump then did a kind of courtesy (not the one for the Queen of England, but a subservient bend of the head), and then fumbled for his own earpiece, of which he had no idea if it was a pill, Vlad may have suggested he eat to feel relaxed, or if it was one of those secret listening devices…but even those animals with low IQ’s sometimes get lucky and place a round object in a round hole.
If you watched the nervous ticks, if you watched the almost 3 second delays in answering questions, if you watched the constant head bobbing toward that piece of paper on the podium, if you watched the swift turning of the neck to his left, if you kept your eyes on Trump minus any verbal action, but just his physical reactions, you might recall a few past observations of individuals caught in a very tight spiders web.If you are old enough to remember watching the American hostages in Iran forcefully admitting guilt, as their captors stood arms length away, if you watched the prisoners of ISIS about to be beheaded, speaking clearly and almost with a slur begging America to stop being the aggressor, if you witnessed any of the videos from the Iraq/Afghanistan black rooms and saw the responses from those tortured. If you ever watched the TV show like ADDICTION or INTERVENTION or VICE Channel where drug addicts respond just before or right after their mood-altering injections…If you were able to watch Trump’s behavior, THEN there was NO doubt, no matter what the propaganda pretends, that he is a puppet, a spy, s prisoner, and has been co-opted by Putin.
My 100 and half year old Aunt Meercy, can remember when she was a young woman, and if asked will sing some of her favorite songs from at least 80 years ago. One of her favorites is (’There’s Yes, Yes In Your Eyes’ by Bunk Johnson, 1924) “Your lips tell me no no But there's yes yes in your eyes
I've been missing your kissing just because I wasn't wise
I'll stop my scheming and dreaming 'cause I realize
Your lips tell me no no But there's yes, yes in your eyes”
