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A lusty chant of “Four more years!” rattled the White House windows from the inside on Friday, but this was not the president of the United States thundering to an audience of one in the Clintons’ old shower.
A chorale of ecstatic voices shouted “We love you!” to the beleaguered chief executive, but they came not from the throats of Donald J. Trump’s current wife and his quintet of children, nor from Vice-President Mike Pence, though it may be that he truly does.
Meanwhile, a candidate for the presidency, well into his seventies and under enormous pressure as his poll numbers tumbled to new lows, suffered a heart attack and was rushed to the ICU for emergency surgery—but that wasn’t The Donald, either.
In fact, a stranger in the whitewashed mansion on the last afternoon of a hellish, perhaps politically fatal, week for the 45th president might have thought that he had slipped into an Inaugural Ball rather than a slough of impeachment, so sweet was the military band’s music from the Grand Foyer, and so joyful the crowing man with the unnatural hair.
Adding to the dizziness was the fact that nearly all of the people hooting and whooping and shouting out their adoration of Donald Trump were African-Americans in their twenties and thirties, dressed to party for the last political party you’d expect them to support in a fractured land allegedly on the verge—as the president re-tweeted the other day—of “civil war.”
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See Also:
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(3) ‘Groundhog’ Dems again ‘left’ behind
(4) If the House Won’t Vote, Impeachment Inquiry Is Just a Democratic Stunt
