by digby
He doesn’t need no stinking knowledge of world affairs:
“And Brexit? Your position?” I ask.
“Huh?”
“Brexit.”
“Hmm.”
“The Brits leaving the EU,” I prompt, realizing that his lack of familiarity with one of the most pressing issues in Europe is for him no concern nor liability at all.
“Oh yeah, I think they should leave.”
That’s from Michael Wolff’s interview with Trump for the Hollywood Reporter. Trump apparently lives on Hagen Dasz and water, which is a nice detail. And he’s as uninformed as any superficial media personality. I think Ashton Kutcher would be a more knowledgeable presidential candidate.
Wolff concludes with this:
Before Trump trundles off to bed — actually, before that, never too tired, he plans to watch himself on Kimmel — I ask that de rigeur presidential question, which does not seem yet to have been asked of him. “What books are you reading?”
He knows he’s caught (it’s a question that all politicians are prepped on, but who among his not-bookish coterie would have prepped him even with the standard GOP politician answer: the Bible?). But he goes for it.
“I’m reading the Ed Klein book on Hillary Clinton” — a particular hatchet job, which at the very least has certainly been digested for him. “And I’m reading the book on Richard Nixon that was, well, I’ll get you the exact information on it. I’m reading a book that I’ve read before, it’s one of my favorite books, All Quiet on the Western Front, which is one of the greatest books of all time.” And one I suspect he’s suddenly remembering from high school. But what the hell.
Donald Trump simply believes he is a unique individual, one whose singular conviction that he is special makes him appealing. And pay no attention to everything else.
Yep. And millions of people believe he’s special too, based on nothing more than the fact that he’s very rich, very famous, hates the right people and never stops bragging. That’s special all right.
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