From Charlie Pierce:
Did he call for “unity”? Of course he did, the way a tent-show preacher howls for Jesus with a statue bleeding glycerine from its eyes. Are we supposed to pretend that we believe him, that we have faith in his desire to lead the entire nation, that he won’t be acting like a jackass on Twitter again by Valentine’s Day? Are we supposed to compliment the White House medical staff for finally getting the dosage right? How much pretending can we do before the national psyche, bloated on pretense, finally collapses of its own weight? How big a crock can be fashioned out of the ruins of the American experiment?