Twighlight Zone

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So, Trump got up on Thursday morning and watched the MSNBC Show called the Morning Joe.

He evidently didn't like what they were saying about him because he went to Twitter and attacked the female host.

Called names, made a facelift reference...

...just nastiness.

That's not the problem.

People should certainly know him by now.

He's an obese dude who calls people fat.

He certainly could be described as odd-looking, and he hates ugly people.

Others he calls liars, or crooked, or crazy, or whiny.

He's certainly been all of those things from time to time.

I'm mentioning all of this because we seem to be changing the rules a little bit.

The White House briefing on Thursday was must watch television...

....there was a speaker who droned on about immigration for 10 minutes and then Sarah Huckabee Sanders spoke about a number of other issues, all designed to make the reporters forget that the man-child had an epic tantrum first thing out of bed.

"I can take some questions," she said, hopeful that it would be about anything else.

"Regarding the president's tweet this morning. Do you think it's justified?"

And so it began.

Stunningly Huckabee-Sanders said that she had no problem with the Twitter attack.

"He's gonna' punch back."

I just stared at the radio that was playing the briefing.

What happens now?

We all call each other names?

"She's fat."

"He's bald."

"She's dumb."

Are you freaking kidding me????

Everyone is good with the president of the United States taking pot shots at whoever the hell he wants?

With weird nicknames?

Think about it!

It's widely accepted!!

He gets on social media and just unloads!

I can't be the only one who finds it weird. There's no one at all who can say:

"STOP IT!"

I guess not.

"I really don't have a problem with it," one senator said. "We have more important things to tackle and this is how the president communicates."

Just plain wild.

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