Carnival barker outside a blazing tent
Trump’s depleted tone cloaked no profile in courage. He sounded like a man who awakened to learn that his lifelong calling, his reason for being, has vanished overnight. He was a carnival barker outside a blazing circus tent.
For weeks, the barker demanded of us: Will you believe me or your own eyes? “The testing has been going very smooth,” and “anyone who wants” a test “can get one.”