Remember Blazing Saddles? Blazing Britches would be the perfect title for a Trump biopic.
How about reprising “Liar, Liar” for the movie’s theme song? The 1965 single was the one and only hit by the “The Castaways.” (Mary Ann, Ginger and Lovey famously lip-synched and danced to it on Gilligan’s Island.)
The song would need new words. But I’d leave in the start: “Liar, liar, pants on fire/ Your nose is longer than a telephone wire.”
“The unanswerable mystery is whether Trump is consciously lying or whether he believes his own drivel,” Max Boot mused in the Washington Post last summer. “The latter possibility is more terrifying, yet the former is scant comfort, either. Best-case scenario: The president is a pathological liar who repeatedly utters falsehoods that no one who does not work at Fox News could possibly believe. Worst case: He is a fantasist who cannot tell lies from truths, fantasy from reality.”
“As of Oct. 9, his 993rd day in office, he had made 13,435 false or misleading claims, according to the Fact Checker’s database that analyzes, categorizes and tracks every suspect statement he has uttered. That’s an average of almost 22 claims a day since our last update 65 days ago.”
>I‘d love to have the trouser concession at Trump’s favorite men’s store. But he’d save money replacing burned up britches by shopping at a place that sells fireproof suits for race car drivers. “May I show you something nice in Nomex?” Of course, Trump would just need the pants.