I Tried the NYT's 'Say Something Nice About Donald Trump' Challenge and Honestly I Killed It
Recently, New York Times contributor Michael Kinsley launched a Say Something Nice column about Donald Trump. According to Kinsley: “The president’s flaws are well known to readers of many mainstream media outlets. The purpose of this feature, which will appear regularly in Sunday Review, is to present things the president has said or done that are praiseworthy.”
Despite President Saddle Tan Nixon being a vile, unhinged narcissist who lies like hell and deserves as much respect as he gave anyone not white and male on the campaign trail, I have opted to try Kinsley’s lil’ challenge.
The 45th president of the United States is not a particularly smart man. That’s not so much an insult so much as it is a statement of fact. Our last president was arguably brilliant, and though some of his predecessors like George W. Bush and Ronald Reagan weren’t the sharpest tools in the shed, they at least felt compelled to employ evil geniuses around them. Not 45!
Even with his new high-profile gig, he still treats nuance like it causes herpes, as evidenced by his previous claim that he doesn’t need daily intelligence briefings. Of course, when are you president, you cannot forgo intelligence briefings completely, but knowing himself, 45 has compelled the intelligence community to limit their briefings to a single page or maybe two pages with lots of maps, bulletpoints, big-ass fonts, and lots of mentions of himself in order to maintain his interest. One society’s frantic fear is another man’s personal achievement.
Now, this may not seem like the proper way to launch a Say Something Nice Challenge, but look how far that dingbat has gone. He is president of the United States of America! It’s a fool’s paradise ‘round his way and he’ll be damned if you force him to remix his personality to suit your fears about civilization ending. Round of applause, shawty make that ass clap for a man who’s true to himself and refuses to break form. He’s stupid and gon’ stay stupid. He told us, didn’t he?
Another nice thing to say about 45 is that he makes lots of white people very happy. I had no idea white people needed such a pep talk about being white after eight years of a black president who nevertheless coddled them, but apparently they did and 45 delivered that for them with “Make America Great Again.” Oh yeah, about that: The slogan is catchy even if borrowed from Reagan and Project Pat Buchanan, but hey, he won a presidential campaign partially by wearing a red hat. That was something nice for some portion of the electorate.
Zoom, look at me go.
Another thing 45 is good at is trolling the hell out of everyone—the media, his political foes, his political supporters/Republicans held hostage, himself—by merely tweeting early in the morning. 45 may not have always been successful in real estate, casinos, pro wrestling appearances, or launching a competitor to the NFL, but the peach-hued man sure knows how to shake the damn table in 140 characters or less. And sometimes he doesn’t even spell the words he’s using correctly. Love it or hate it, that’s mighty impressive, beloveds.
Also: He’s not dead. I’m not wishing for his death, Secret Service, so don’t show up ‘round my way. What I mean is, the man hates exercising, doesn’t seem to sleep much, and eats nothing but fast food when he’s not devouring well-done steaks with a gallon of ketchup. Yet, he’s the oldest first-term president in American history. Sure, he’s rich, but remember his doctor who wrote “His health is excellent, especially his mental health” in five minutes as a car sent by his longtime patient waited outside? That was supposed to settle our concerns about him.