As Twitchy reported, Donald Trump tried to pick a fight with The Weekly Standard’s Stephen Hayes, who — rightly — called Trump a “clown.”
He’s since moved on to National Review’s Jonah Goldberg, as Goldberg so magnificently documents:
Here’s just a sample of this glorious piece of gloriousness:
In response, the famously tough businessman who boasts he can take on Putin, the Chinese Politburo, and the mullahs got very upset. And as any first-rate presidential aspirant would, started relentlessly tweeting like a 14-year-old girl about it.
Again, if Trump is a tenth as brilliant as he says he is, there’s a really clever scheme hiding amidst all of this juvenile whining, like a shiny pony obscured by piles of manure. The thing is, I’m too dumb to see it. All I see is a guy who’s been preening for attention with bogus talk about running for president for years who’s deeply offended that nobody believes him or cares anymore.
If I didn’t find it all so hilarious, I’d think it was just a little sad.
Did Goldberg say anything that isn’t true? No. But The Donald doesn’t care. And he wants Goldberg’s head on a platter:
Oh noes! Surely Goldberg is quaking in his boots!
Snort. This is great, too:
It’s a beautiful thing.
We are all #TeamJonah. No contest.
Treasure it. Until next time, that is …
Donald is determined to dig that hole ever deeper:
Look at him. He’s just pa-recious!
Maybe if we let him think he won, he’ll go away?
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