This post is a response to the following tweets from our Dear Leader
....Actually, throughout my life, my two greatest assets have been mental stability and being, like, really smart. Crooked Hillary Clinton also played these cards very hard and, as everyone knows, went down in flames. I went from VERY successful businessman, to top T.V. Star.....— Donald J. Trump (@realDonaldTrump) January 6, 2018
....to President of the United States (on my first try). I think that would qualify as not smart, but genius....and a very stable genius at that!— Donald J. Trump (@realDonaldTrump) January 6, 2018
Here is my answer:
I am a stable genius, though a girly one so that I cannot say I am a stable genius. That would be very arrogant.
I stand on a tightrope on one tippitoe, arms raised above my head and twisted into a yoga knot. I take cube roots out of large numbers in my head and then smile, benignly, at the adoring masses far below my tightrope. Because I am stable. And a genius.
I am a stable genius. I just invented a car with extendable stork legs. They appear at the press of a button (a very large button, the largest button), and then the car rises far above other cars (like a genius car) and hops over them in rush hour traffic. The Stork Car can also be parked above other cars in parking lots.
It will be clad in airbags on the outside. They stop other cars from attacking it, and if any of the bags deflate, poisoned arrows will come out of it, whistling in the air until they find the offending car and its driver. That is stable, in a world where a dog eats a dog and a man eats a man and yellow hairdos are the sign of great geniusness.
I stand on my hands, doing pushups, while reciting my old blog posts in ancient Sumerian. That is because I am both stable and a genius.
Every morning I look into my magic mirror. I ask her: Who is the most stable? I ask her: Who is the most genius? I ask her: Who is the most divine? I ask her: Who has the yellowest hair in the best wind-driven shape?
And the mirror stays silent, because it is not a genius. But I know. I know! Only I can know, because I am a stable genius.
Stable geniuses do not have to learn, do not have to listen, do not have to think, because they already know everything! And the giant pile of all that learning does not teeter, does not shake. It stays stable inside our vast brains.
Donald and I are alone in this agony. We are the two stable geniuses, and the world does not listen, little people ridicule us, tell us that real stable geniuses don't say that they are geniuses or that they are stable.
But how would those who have little brains know? How would they know? Hmh?
Now our divine anger flares and consumes all doubters. Now our little tweeting fingers get busy! Now our wrath rains on the unbelievers.
But we shall win at the end, because we are the greatest. Well, Donald is the greatest man ever. I am divine, and that is even better, even more stable and even more genius.