The question about whether it was a bullet or shrapnel wouldn’t even be in the news if Trump didn’t insist on playing up being an inch from death. Either answer would have been far less important than being shot at but no, he had to make the question about what hit him a big deal.
You’re not wrong, but the NYT played their part by taking a non-story and publishing it under an intentionally ambiguous headline for clicks. That’s probably got repeated to Trump as, “the FBI director is testifying to Congress that you didn’t get shot!” or something like that, which led to this outburst.
I’m dizzy trying to figure out if this is irony, sarcasm, redundant, humour, reality, serious, comical, factual, dystopian…or did the psilocybin just kick in, on so many levels?
Whoa, it wasn’t meant as some deep, philosophical statement. I just meant that Trump likely doesn’t comprehend Wray’s distinction between getting shot with a bullet and being struck by shrapnel.
The question was whether a bullet or shrapnel hit Trump. But of course, Trump does not comprehend nuance.
Either way, it shouldn’t matter, someone still got close to killing him. But of course, Trump probably insists that people say he got hit by a bullet.
I’m sure we’ll find out eventually unless he decides to continue wearing his maxi-pad.
Yes, to sane people, it is a distinction without much of a difference. But to his incredibly fragile machismo image, every inch is a mile.
The question about whether it was a bullet or shrapnel wouldn’t even be in the news if Trump didn’t insist on playing up being an inch from death. Either answer would have been far less important than being shot at but no, he had to make the question about what hit him a big deal.
You’re not wrong, but the NYT played their part by taking a non-story and publishing it under an intentionally ambiguous headline for clicks. That’s probably got repeated to Trump as, “the FBI director is testifying to Congress that you didn’t get shot!” or something like that, which led to this outburst.
The NYT sure has been stirring the shit lately.
I’m dizzy trying to figure out if this is irony, sarcasm, redundant, humour, reality, serious, comical, factual, dystopian…or did the psilocybin just kick in, on so many levels?
Whoa, it wasn’t meant as some deep, philosophical statement. I just meant that Trump likely doesn’t comprehend Wray’s distinction between getting shot with a bullet and being struck by shrapnel.
Sorry, omitted the “/s”.
It was more hyperbolic and melodramatic, though. “/h + /m”.
/ps for psilocybin
/a for apropo
lol, sorry!