He’s a focus group of one, thriving on the smell of his own sulfur. What lesson has he learned? That his most effective tweets are often the most unhinged. It is stranger still to learn that Trump orders his most popular tweets printed out, so that he can study them. Trump lamented when Twitter, the social media platform on which he dispenses Pez-sized pellets of discourtesy, raised the maximum size of an individual tweet from 140 to 280 characters because, he is quoted as saying, “I was the Ernest Hemingway of 140 characters.” Somewhere in heaven, Papa is wondering if he can’t self-destruct all over again. Some of these details, at first glance, are amusing. Woodward is here, like a state trooper knocking on the door at 3 a.m., to update the sorry details.
This is a White House that has leaked from Day 1. Nothing in Bob Woodward’s sober and grainy new book, “Fear: Trump in the White House,” is especially surprising.
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