Literary Corner: What's First and What's Last?

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Sonnet: On the Poet's Plans for his Last White House Thanksgiving

By Donald J. Trump

Q: Mr. President, do you have any big plans for your last Thanksgiving at the White House?

Well, we don’t know what is last, if you look

at what’s going on. You have to really take a look

at what’s going on. They’re finding tremendous

discrepancies in the votes. Nobody believes those

numbers. Those numbers are incorrect numbers. A lot

of numbers have already been reported that's incorrect.

You’re going to see things happening over the next

week or two that are going to be shocking to people —

if you look at the numbers in Michigan, if you

look at the numbers in Pennsylvania, if you

look at fraudulent voting and fraudulent votes.

So I can’t say what’s first and what’s last, in

terms of is this the last one or is this the first

one of a second term. We’ll see what happens.

That's just the beginning, of course, It was an enormous explosion of Trumpian analysis of the election fraud alleged in the 35 or so lawsuits his campaign had lost to date (last I heard it was 40 and no signs of slowing down) and no word whatever on what his Thanksgiving plans might be. I'm convinced he and his lady ("Who gives a fuck about Christmas stuff and decoration, but I need to do it, right?") don't particularly recognize Thanksgiving as a part of their American lives, and I'm not at all convinced Melania and her son are even in Washington at this point. The White House announced that the president celebrated with his "immediate family", but declined to say who was there, while his children by his first two marriages and their partners showed up at Camp David, Maryland, which they seem to have come to regard as their party place; Big Donald doesn't much like the place (too summer-camp primitive, and anyway he prefers to work during presidential time off, schmoozing with the customers at his businesses, since he gets plenty of relaxation on official work days at the White House, lying in bed with the TV and a cheeseburger or two), but flew in to say hi on Black Friday, perhaps in the hope of selling them something, such as an election fraud narrative.