We cats may have posted about the missing Melania just yesterday. But we find ourselves doing it again tonight, even though, let's be honest: We don't really care where she is. We are simply curious about the possibilities.
This weekend it's gotten even curiouser, because practically the entire loathsome Drumpf clan took off for Camp David. But no Melania. (We didn't see Lurch — oops, we mean Barron — either, so maybe he's with Mum? Wherever that may be.)
Our fellow tweeps are speculating madly that Trump punched or hit his wife and that she has gone under wraps with a slow-healing black eye. That could be, but we're doubtful. Trump is 71 and not in great shape, and she's a lithe 48-year-old. She strikes us as being somebody who could easily duck. (Although we know that accidents do happen: See Norman Maine and Vicki Lester, above.)
Well, perhaps sometime soon this mystery will be explained. It won't matter to us one way or the other, unless there's an alarmingly nefarious political angle to it. In the meantime, we're more worried about this Trump sociopath destroying our democracy. The midterms can't come soon enough. We cats HISS.
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