Here's what happened:
* On Saturday morning, Trump tweeted about a "big press conference" to be held at the Four Seasons at 11:00 a.m. Shortly, after that, though, he deleted that message, and sent out a new tweet stating that the briefing would be at 11:30 a.m. at the Four Seasons Total Landscaping.
* The Four Seasons Hotel then tweeted out that the press briefing was not at their hotel, and that they had absolutely nothing to do with it.
* The place in question -- the Four Seasons Total Landscaping -- looked like something out of an episode of "The Sopranos." It was next door to a place called "Fantasy Island," an adult bookstore with private "viewing booths" for adult videos, and it was across the street from the Delaware Valley Cremation Center.
I'm not sure why the briefing was held at this locale -- although I suspect Trump's team knew that this would be the perfect place to spread manure.
* Trump did not attend the press conference. Instead, he golfed. The event -- straight out of the sit-com "VEEP" -- was headed up by America's Clown, Rudy Giuliani, and it did not get off to a good start for almost simultaneously, Pennsylvania called their race for Biden -- and then all of the major networks and news outlets declared Joe Biden our new president-elect.
Giuliani found out the news from the reporters at his super-spreader (of manure).
The entire affair was pathetic and irrelevant -- and sadly laughable.
Below: My favorite character at this circus wasn't America's Clown, Rudy Giuliani, nor was it the dude in his underwear. Instead, it was the stoic mummer in the Trump mask. He looked as confused and crusty as the criminal-in-chief.
The entire event called to mind Emmett Lee Dickinson's poem "On the bleakness of his lot," below on the left. Dickinson's poem inspired his third cousin Emily to pen her poem "On the bleakness of my lot," below on the right.
By Emmett Lee Dickinson:
On the bleakness of his lot
Gloom he strove to raise –
At the Total Garden store
Sour grapes and lies –
Spoil and Fraud, if steadfast said
Will reward his Base –
Sleight of Hand, by America’s clown
Pacified an Ass –
By Emily Dickinson:
On the Bleakness of my Lot
Bloom I strove to raise –
Late - my Garden of a Rock
Yielded Grape - and Maize –
Soil of Flint, if steadfast tilled
Will reward the Hand –
Seed of Palm, by Lybian Sun
Fructified in Sand –
Below: Some of my favorite tweets about the event: