NEW YORK, NY — President-elect Donald J. Trump has been raising eyebrows with his cabinet and adviser selections.
Trump tapped Jeff Sessions as his attorney general; Sessions was deemed too racist for a federal judgeship back in the 1980s. Trump asked Steve Bannon, an executive for Breitbart News, which frequently publishes white nationalist and white supremacist news under the banner of the “alt-right” movement, to be his chief strategist. He announced South Carolina Governor Nikki Haley will be his U.N. ambassador despite having no experience in the State Department, and he has reportedly asked Dr. Ben Carson — a chief rival during the Republican primaries — to be his secretary of Housing and Urban Development.
At a press conference Monday, Trump gave some insight into his thinking process in inviting Carson into the role of HUD secretary.
“You know, his people are into jazz and they have an extra muscle that makes them good at sports.”
“Well, I mean, you know, he’s, um, one of them, isn’t he?” Trump asked rhetorically.
Reporters asked Trump what he meant by “one of them.” The president-elect first just winked back at the reporters. When they didn’t understand what he meant, he tried touching his nose. Exasperated, Trump finally answered the question in his trademark way.
“Look, he’s one of them; you know what I mean,” Trump said. “You know, his people are into jazz and they have an extra muscle that makes them good at sports.”
The press pool was still not quite sure what he meant. Trump tried again to explain to them why he was choosing Carson for his HUD secretary.
“It has the word ‘urban’ in it, right?” Trump asked. “And when we think of urban, we think of people of a certain … type, right? You know, they all smoke marijuana cigarettes and their women are Jezebels, strong sexual appetites, know what I mean?”
Still, the reporters weren’t quite understanding what Trump was getting at. He dug in even further.
“C’mon people, follow me here,” Trump implored them. “The job has the word urban in it; he’s an urban. You know, an URBAN. Like, his people are incapable of self-care and sink into lunacy under the burden of freedom.”
Looking puzzled, members of the press pool still couldn’t quite understand what Trump’s meaning was. They pushed for more clarity. Growing ever more flustered, Trump tried to oblige.
“You know, he could be a minstrel,” Trump offered. “He’s a good song and dance man, get it? Like, he’s not going to go swimming anytime soon, no matter how long ago he ate. Get it now? Huh?”
He dug into his pocket and took out some black shoe polish. He also took out a large rag and started smearing the polish all over his face, except around his eyes and mouth, where he left his trademark orange skin intact.
After 15 more minutes of trying to get the reporters to understand him, Trump finally gave up. He dug into his pocket and took out some black shoe polish. He also took out a large rag and started smearing the polish all over his face, except around his eyes and mouth, where he left his trademark orange skin intact. He began singing.
“Everything seems lovely when you start to roam,” Trump sang out, continuing, “the birds are singin’, the day that you stray. But wait until you are further away. Things won’t be so lovely when you’re all alone. Here’s what you’ll keep saying when you’re far from home.
“Mammy, Mammy. The sun shines east, the sun shines west. I know where the sun shines best.”
The media simply grew quiet, their jaws agape.
“Mammy, my little Mammy,” Trump forged on, “my heartstrings are tangled around Alabammy. I’m comin’, sorry that I made you wait. I’m comin’, hope and trust that I’m not late, oh oh. Mammy, my little Mammy. I’d walk a million miles for one of your smiles. My Mammy, oh oh.”
No one knew what to do or what to say, so they just kept taking notes as Trump sang on.
“Mammy, my little Mammy,” Trump bellowed forth, “the sun shines east, the sun shines west. I know where, I know where the sun shines best. It’s on my Mammy I’m talkin’ about, nobody else’s. My little Mammy. My heartstrings are tangled around Alabammy. Mammy, Mammy, I’m comin’. I, I hope I didn’t make you wait.”
It seemed that Trump was building to a crescendo. He was clearly ready to bring it all home. The reporters continued to watch in stunned amazement.
“Mammy, Mammy, I’m comin’,” Trump sang, “Oh God, I, I hope I’m not late. Mammy, look at me. Don’t you know me? I’m your little baby. I’d walk a million miles for one of your smiles. My Mammy!”
A report from NPR shows Trump lost the popular vote by a margin of nearly two million votes to Democrat Hillary Rodham Clinton.
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