Another Davism, that’s SO true, regarding Dotard’s brain, and the morons that slurp it up.

I picture Trump's mind as a pinball machine; flashing lights, discordant noise and a crazily zigzagging silver ball that represents each barely hatched thought that never reaches fruition because it gets bounced left or right by an impulse. 

That impulse, honed over the course of a lifetime being, "How will this help me?"

Isn't this more a case of recognizing that a sizeable audience believes what they want to believe whether it is true or not? Believe what you are told. 

And the audience is eager and willing to go down any rabbit hole he creates for them. He can contradict himself on a daily basis. The people who are conditioned to believe him don't see any problem. There simply is no contradiction. What he says today erases what he said yesterday. 

His audience is a human Etch-A-Sketch. He turns them over, shakes them up and down, and “bingo!”, the slate is clean. 

Today's beautiful, perfect picture: Enjoy it. It won't be here tomorrow. That one will be just as nice.