QOTD -- The Smell Of Agent Orange In The Morning

"It's always comforting to remember the world's most powerful man is swimming in a mental sea of informational flotsam, his synapses firing erratically as he latches onto the profoundly limited number of things he thinks he knows, most of which are fragments of reality he internalized around 1982. This is how you get the moronic, bordering-on-incomprehensible advice for dealing with wildfires he spooned out of his brain onto The Tweet Machine last week. It's something that he heard once, maybe, filtered through the kaleidoscope of his reasoning faculties, which he then presents as God's Own Truth. Of course it is—he's the one saying it."  -- Jack Holmes, in Esquire, on a meeting nitwit narcissist Donald "Rump" Trump had with Vietnam veterans groups to discuss expanding access to health services for veterans poisoned by Agent Orange (which Rump cluelessly insisted over and over was "that stuff from that movie" -- i.e., "Apocalypse Now," which had the famous scene of napalm being dropped).  Sic transit gloria, America.