A desert waste

Maybe it’s his eating habits that have warped him into the monster we see today.

“Trump’s appetite seems to know no bounds when it comes to McDonald’s, with a dinner order consisting of two Big Macs, two Filet-O-Fish, and a chocolate malted.”

This 2,400-calorie meal is among the details in a forthcoming book by Trump’s former campaign manager Corey Lewandowski and aid David Bossie, as described in a preview by The Washington Post.

That’s unhealthy af, obviously, but it’s also…well it tells us something about him. He could eat anywhere and order anything, and he chooses that.

Maybe he can’t even detect better things. You know, the way we can’t hear higher frequencies that dogs can? Maybe he’s so constituted that anything better than a Filet-O-Fish is too subtle for his palate, and he just can’t tune it in. If so, what a sad sad sad world he lives in.

The book’s authors, who traveled with Trump early in his presidency, write: “On Trump Force One there were four major food groups: McDonald’s, Kentucky Fried Chicken, pizza, and Diet Coke.”

That’s a sad sad sad world.

The food enters the President not only in abundance, but with haste. Ivanka Trump said in a 2015 interview with Barbara Walters, “I wish he would eat healthier and maybe slow down. Sometimes I tell him, like, ‘Oh, you have to, you know, slow down.’ But it’s the only speed he knows …”

All of this could be taken as simple evidence of Trump’s cultural vacuousness.

He should know other speeds; he has dined with other people. He should enjoy a wide array of foods; he has been afforded the opportunity to have anything he wants.

Maybe he simply can’t. Maybe he’s fried his taste buds so thoroughly that McDonald’s and Kentucky Fried Chicken are all there is.

Good chocolate? A tree-ripened peach? Gelato? Raspberries plucked from the vine?

He has no idea. He’s just passing through.

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