“Clap your hands, clap your hands… Turn the lights on my nights this is life and we only get one chance” — Sia
Such a lovely song, and it’s been playing on repeat in my mind since I watched Trump’s State of the Union address last night.
Umm… WTF?! Why did he keep clapping for himself? It was so distracting, not only because his hands were inches away from a hot mic, but also because – who claps for himself?! The slow-paced meeting of his meaty, tiny hands was just as obnoxious as the grating sound of his voice as he read the speech written for him by anti-immigration White House senior adviser, Stephen Miller, among others.
Most presidents use their State of the Union address to brag about their past accomplishments and spend an equal amount of time laying out a vision for America’s future. This was not the case here – Trump spent nearly the entire speech reciting what he thinks are his greatest accomplishments. His goal for the future is a $1.5 trillion “infrastructure” bill. I wonder if that includes his Mexico border wall.
Trump included people as props. Like the North Korean defector with his crutches. Or 12-year-old Preston Sharp who planted 23,000 flags on veteran graves. “Preston’s reverence for those who have served our nation reminds us why we salute our flag, why we put our hands on our hearts for the pledge of allegiance,” Trump said, drawing applause. But then he followed up with “… and why we proudly stand for the national anthem.” Why go there in this particular moment? Divisiveness comes naturally to him.
After a full year holding office, this narcissistic man is still more concerned with his brand and image than being presidential.