TrumPutin rails so predictably, and then rescinds his prior opinion in favor of one palatable to his handlers before he issues a third opinion, saying that his first opinion was what he really meant, only he didn't know it at the time, so he really didn't change his mind. He was just saying what he really meant before his thumbs got confused. 

His tweet storms are so common, so predictable, and so pathetic that were they not his most coherent blatherings, they could be completely ignored. At least until Mulvaney or Kellyanne or Sarah Huckster or McConnell or some other lackey could tell us what he tried to say.

But everyone, even his base, knows that he's the barker, the shill standing outside the tent advertising what the real performers are going to do. They never let him participate; he's good only for riling up the base. Otherwise, he's too stupid to play. He gets to stand in right field on the playground, and his teammates hope no balls are his out there.

The Apprentice, D.C., with no one brave enough to tell TrumPutin he should get off the stage. So sad.