PLAYING GOLF AND SHOOTING OFF ONE'S MOUTH--DANGEROUS

THE DANGER OF PLAYING GOLF AND SHOOTING OFF YOUR MOUTH

BLOVIATING ON VENEZUELA--NOT THE WAY TO "MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN"


When Presidents are playing golf---reporters must please act  responsibly.  At such times, no one should ask the President loaded, non-golf-related questions.  Queries like:  "Mr. President would you use the military option in Venezuela?" That and similar questions should not be permitted.

This form of "gotcha' questioning is simply not fair to the President, to our nation, our military (it is totally confusing for them--where are they to prepare to deploy? South America, Asia?)  and not to mention the consternation in er--- say Venezuela and other nations around the world..

At these times--as in this instance--on the golf course in Bedminster, New Jersey---let's face it---the President's hands are engaged, but his brain may not be.  His hands, as at this instance were grasping his Presidential "DJT" monogrammed Calloway Driver. His whole being is at these times focused--not on Venezuela, or North Korea, or Mitch McConnell's stinging remarks.  His whole being is engrossed with making intense contact with that little white golf ball.  His mind is engaged in picturing how the white sphere will appear to rapidly diminish in size as it curves up into the air and draws a little toward the left on this long par 4 dogleg left in balmy Bedminster.

So in response to this loaded question, which he heard---but which did not register in his mind, because he was staring at the white sphere at his feet--which sat perched engagingly and tantalizingly on a tall plastic "DJT" monogrammed  tee.  So the President's disengaged response was:

"Yeah nothing's off the table for..... uh what was it?......North Korea, you asked?"

"No sir, the question was about ....er you know,,,,ahhh,,Venezuela".

"Oh...ahhh where?"

The President seems not to have heard this persistent reporter's last comment.  He is obviously visibly distracted.  At this juncture the POTUS turns away from the determined reporter and gazes out at the beautiful green fairway in front of him.

Then as if he had not a care in the world, he steps up to address his ball.  He wiggles his club, and shimmies his hips. Very slowly he draws the club back and makes a complete twisting turn. The massive 550 cc Calloway "Mother of All Wars" "special Presidential issue" driver rises way above the POTUS's head.  The presidential hands pull the club down on an inside-outside path, with the massive head swishing along the recently trimmed low green grass of the tee box to make "nuclear contact" with the dimpled white orb.

"Craaaaaaaaaack!"

As the sound of the impact fades  the President stands in classic golf pose watching his ball arch through the clear Bedminster air.  Way down the fairway the ball clips a tiny branch of an overhanging oak tree on the right side, then spirals downward skimming along the brushy margin of the fairway. It bounces a few times rolling toward the center of the wide greensward .  Finally coming to a stop on a small elevated area in the center of the fairway about 210 yards away.

"Nice drive," calls out one of the reporters, as many in the Presidential entourage clap their hands in appreciation.

"Yeah a good 280-290 yards," remarks the President.

The insistent reporter continues to push forward through the crowd attempting to get an answer from the President.  "So ...ah...Sir....then, Sir you are saying that the military option NOT...that is NOT off the table?" .

OH yeah.....its still .....on the table", responded the POTUS..thinking only of his ball sitting on a tiny rise 210 yards away--and thinking to himself: "Yeah....I guess that little mound could be called a "table".

Then another thought come to him.  He turns to remark to the crowd...."But, d'ja see how that ball just ticked that branch?  Betcha it woulda gone a good three-hundred yards  if it  hadn't hit that twig."

Then the President had another idea.

The President turned to catch the eye of  a tall man in the rear of the crowd, He raised a white-gloved hand to direct the man forward.

"Manuel"!", he called.

"Yes Sir!", responded Manuel with alacrity. .

"Manuel, see to it that the trees on that side of the fairway are properly trimmed, will you?."

"Yes Sir, Mr. President, I will get the grounds crew to take care of that immediately!"

The formerly insistent and questioning reporter was not present for this last conversation.  He had already disappeared among the crowd having  immediately turned away scribbling furiously on a tiny pad  after the Presidents's last response to him,

This type of "off the cuff" dialog with the President can be a dangerous exercise.  Please reporters, in the future be,  sure the President is actually paying attention to you--and is not distracted--- when you ask questions.

Reporters....think of it....invading Venezuela may be YOUR responsibility.