
Donald Trump, the man with the golden comb-over and the silver tongue, stood before the nation, his words dripping with triumph. “We’ll run their oil,” he declared, his voice a mix of bravado and bluster. “Congress? Nah, they’d blab.” And blab they did-not about the operation, but about Trump himself. Chuck Schumer, the Senate’s dour watchdog, called the attacks “reckless,” his voice trembling with indignation. “This should strike fear in the hearts of all Americans,” he warned, though whether it was fear of Trump’s actions or his hairpiece, no one could say.