Until Kanye West visited the White House, I didn’t think it was possible to feel great sympathy for Donald Trump.I was wrong.Watching him slouched behind his desk in the Oval Office on Thursday — hands clasped, eyes glazed over — as Kanye rambled on and on AND ON in a disjointed soliloquy that sounded like a 40,000-word fortune-cookie message, it was impossible not to feel sorry for the U.S. president.This was not a lunch summit. It was a buffet of cray-cray.Ever been to a house party where the host suddenly forces you to watch a ridiculously dull slide show from a recent European vacation — “that’s us on the bus on our way to a gift shop outside the Eiffel Tower” — or exclaims it’s time to play Pictionary? That was Trump’s expression. It looked like he was trying to guess the doodles Kanye’s words were sketching in another dimension.Hey, Ye, is that a unicorn eating the face of a baby alpaca?Is that the moon dry-humping Antarctica?Mr. West arrived at 1600 Pennsylvania Ave. with his beloved “Make America Great Again” cap, a numbskull accessory that, he says, makes him “feel like Superman.” But instead of flying or bending steel with his bare hands, it seems the hat has given him the superpower of not making a lick of sense.“So there’s theories that there’s infinite amounts of universe,” said West, early on, as Trump sat with the stone-faced regret of a third grader in detention. “And there’s alternate universe.”Trump looked vaguely alarmed, as if he was listening to a hobo outside an Olive Garden turn an innocuous riff on bread sticks into a rant about a demonic trap door in the ozone layer that is stealing souls.For the next 10 minutes, West segued from presidential pardons to mental health care to domestic manufacturing to replacing Air Force One with a fictional, hydrogen-powered “iPlane” — he even whipped out h ...
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