There was (is?) a "Verein der Senkrechtbegrabenen“ in Vienna (where else would it be?); founded in 1969/1970 by an odd group of artists, local weirdos and shady businessmen. They proposed being buried standing up in a sealed plastic pipe - in order to give people the opportunity to be upstanding for once in their lives, save space on graveyards, and boost the Austrian plastics industry.
(File under: you can’t make this shit up.)
Not sure why people think Trump isn’t a good speaker, particularly when without a script. He’s certainly better than Reagan, Bush Sr., and Bush Jr., and Ford. You have to go back a long way to find a better extemporaneous Republican president speaker. He doesn’t use big words or “have the best words” but he communicates very well. I think people focus on the content rather than the delivery and claim he doesn’t use English well, which is ridiculous. Sure he ends up with the occasional foolish-sounding construct but again, Reagan and the Bushes have some doozies and Reagan was called the Great Communicator.
The man is single-handedly keeping the nation’s supply of em-dashes and ellipses in high demand because he can’t finish a god damned sentence or even a single train of thought to save his life. Saying someone is a better communicator than W is about as low of a bar as you could conceivably get, and yet I find myself pining for the days when “is our children learning” was the most inept use of English we found ourselves subjected to by the most powerful man on the planet.
Then again, I guess The Great Dictator showed that you can still have incredible delivery even when you’re speaking literal gibberish, so maybe focusing on 's word salad is pointless.
If you’ve ever seen The Wind and the Lion (1975), the Japanese Ambassador pulled a “reverse Abe”:
John Hay [to Ambassador]: You… likey knifey? You… likey forky? Splendid.
John Hay [to Roosevelt]: And now, Mr. President, blow!
[Roosevelt blows out his birthday cake, and the Ambassador stands for a toast.]
Japanese Ambassador: May the breath of Theodore Roosevelt be like the wind that he has sent across the Pacific: wind that bends the trees of aggression and injustice, but a true wind marked also for its warmth. An American wind.
I sure hope visiting aliens from outer space don’t visit us during his tenure. Otherwise they would either destroy us outright, or – while thoughtfully gazing at the cure-all, fix-all do-dads they brought along as gifts – they would go, “Nnnnaaaahhh!”
It’s been a long time since I was in school and had to study language and grammar, but I still remember basic sentence structure:
“Every complete sentence is supposed to contain two parts: a subject and a predicate. The subject is what or whom the sentence is about, while the predicate tells something about the subject.”
Most of 45’s sentences lack this very basic structure; he rarely ever finishes a complete thought before going off on a tangent or interrupting himself.
Not to mention, he also seems to have an extremely limited vocabulary. How many times can a person say ‘special’, ‘loser’, ‘weak’, and so on in the course of a week and not appear to be ‘stupid’ (another one of his favorite words, by the way).
Or how about the positive words he uses when referring to himself?
“Amazing.”
“Tough.”
“Huge.”
“Terrific.”
“Classy.”
Over and over again, ad nasuem.
I swear, my kid had a bigger vocab than that when she was 7; meanwhile, this fuckin’ guy is ten times that age, and had at least a hundred times more access to better educational resources than we did… yet he sounds barely literate.