No room at the inn

Listening to Trump talk, he seems unable to hold a single thought from beginning to end. Sentences ramble, with weird halts, repetitions, and inexplicable tangents. What he says one day will be reversed the next.

The one exception to this pattern is – he knows how to hold a grudge. He knows exactly who to be angry at. Grudges last years, decades, with perfect fidelity.

The thing is, he has so many grudges, I’ve come to the conclusion there’s simply no room in his mind for anything else.