Amusing, still amusing, even after all these months. This morning at 4:49 Central I checked Trump's Twitter feed, and directly landed on this spittle-storm (note its time markings):
This clown has no self-discipline, and I mean no in its most absolute terms. He goes to bed — I presume? — after a day of hearing from politically aware advisers that his "Alicia M" obsession is but another corroded nail in his coffin; he then arises only to triple down. This clown is a swarming nest of over-the-top neuroses; a brooding, emotionally unstable mess of a small man, reveling in his victimization of the powerless. This clown is appallingly disturbed.
Still, he is rather amusing.