President Donald Trump’s speech Saturday night in Tulsa, Oklahoma, was a toxic stream of consciousness that ignored a great opportunity to speak words of healing and unity to a divided nation.
His remarks, which lasted nearly two hours, were full of self-justifications and salted with crude language. He called one person “a son of a bitch.” Let’s hear his evangelical supporters defend that language, along with his frequent references to “hell” and helluva.”
I have heard all the explanations. It’s who he is. His policies are more important. He’s God’s chosen instrument.
If you endured it (I made it through one hour and 45 tortuous minutes), you heard him take 30 minutes to talk about his commencement address at West Point. He rightly called out some in the media for claiming he appeared to be sick because of the way he held his water glass after saluting “600, or nearly 600” cadets. He added the reason he held the glass with two hands was so he wouldn’t spill any water on his silk tie, which he said was “expensive.”
Then he demonstrated how he slowly walked down a ramp after the address because he said the bottoms of his shoes were slippery, as was the ramp, and if he had fallen the media would have been all over him.