Our new president has an extraordinary ability to believe what he wants to believe, no matter the fact. He mocks a disabled reporter, we all see it with our own eyes, and yet he denies that he did so. He claims that his inauguration was the best attended in history, and then we look at the pictures, and see with our own eyes, no so. It is hard to know exactly how to interpret such effrontery, such a remarkable disregard of facts.
I fear that he is actually pulling the wool over his own eyes. He's certainly not pulling it over ours.
He is marooned in an absurd farcical world. He is drowning in duck soup.
Mrs. Teasdale: Your Excellency! I thought you'd left.
Cihicolini: Oh, no, I no leave.
Mrs. Teasdale: But I saw you with my own eyes!
Chicolini: Well, who you gonna believe? Me or your own eyes?
Unfortunately, what in fiction is farce becomes tragedy in real life. Nonsense, assimilated as truth in the mind of a person in power, cannot be anything but incendiary.