Yes, approximately a quarter of the way into Volume 6, we have these stanzas
. . . I've thrown
away so much of what Obama did—
he didn't deserve the Nobel—I've said
it so many times now that he wasted
money on bad international deals
and treaties. It was a license to steal
for Mexico, China, the EU. Paste
in any country you want. They tasted
from our plate and didn't pay. So I feel
real smart overturning what he did. Real
smart. And Obamacare. First and latest
to finally go. He wanted his last name
on that, but it's going to go away
forever. Have you noticed he's now blamed
me and my administration for days,
saying we haven't done what's his own fault.
It's madness. If you want to put a halt
to the Chinese virus, you have to plan
for it. He left few supplies, no vaccine,
and very few ventilator machines
which keep people breathing. Who understands
the inner workings? He's a Deep State man
despite the skin color. I've never been
racist, like others who can be. I've seen
the great job Ben Carson does, greater than
people realize. You know I defeated
him and the others in the primaries.
Terrible, the death in Georgia. I've said
people shouldn't run in the streets. Very
bad idea. You don't know who else is there
watching over the neighborhood. I dare
someone to name a president who cares
for black people more than me. Honest Abe
was pretty good, but he was unable
to live through his complete term. I compare
myself to him. His monuments are where
I'll be. Add the Lincoln High Schools, labels
of real success. I'm a very stable
genius, just like my uncle. Everywhere
there will be streets, roads, ways, and avenues.
Even Martin Luther King has got those,
plus a holiday—and people didn't choose
him president. Trump knows all that he knows.
Trump Boulevards and Trump Roads in all states
of the union. I dream we'll dedicate
a month like April where I can visit
all my thoroughfares. Some renamed turnpikes
are an even better idea. I like
that more. It's a dream I've had for a bit,
along with my Mount Trumpmore. We'll build it
in Florida or New Jersey, and strike
a deal near one of my clubs. I'll have Mike
Pence look into preliminaries, sit
with local officials. I dream one day
there will be a Donald Trump Museum
with gold arches, pillars marbled with gray,
a smaller-scale Roman coliseum
near Augusta National Golf Club
to observe and honor how I took up
the sport and mastered it. I dream one day
there will also be a Trump Museum
to show all I did and where I came from
to become commander-in-chief. I pray
we'll find a spot here in D.C., away
from the others, like my own Pentagon,
but bigger. I dream of a space station
complete with hotel on Mars. I have to stay
four more years at least. This awful virus,
coming right after the impeachment hoax,
kept me from doing my most serious
work. The disease can be lethal to folks
who don't watch out, especially seniors.
For months I've been steadfast, seeking a cure
that will end this. How many committees
have assembled so we can be normal
again? Summer will be a return so fall
will be our full reopening. Cities
will be hosting baseball with crowds sitting
close. I dream of August college football
games right on schedule. The Mexico wall
is rising big, thick, and black. I pity
anyone dumb enough to try coming
into this country. It can't be done now.
We're transporting illegals and becoming
once again the country I dream of. How
great are we now? We're slowly getting there,
but I need more time. Much more time. Nowhere
in the world are people achieving what
we have. But I'm dreaming of so much more. . . .
And a few pages later, two more stanzas
[Boris] Johnson called yesterday to salute me
on our triumph. You know he was quite sick,
and could have died. It's not all politics,
our friendship. I love the UK—breezy
weather, great sports. Golf is a supremely
skillful test on their coastal links. Tricky
wind, but I know to hit low, let balls kick
off mounds. I play in the high seventies,
and on good putting days can match my age,
which is a tremendous accomplishment
for anyone. We ought to take a page
from England and their royal government.
Kings and queens, dukes and duchesses, barons
and baronesses. Prime ministers are in
the loop too, but are not kings. Boris is
a good friend, and I'm glad he's still alive.
I won't be getting sick, but I'd survive
if it happens. No masks for me. Business
as usual. We're reopening this
great country of ours ASAP. Give
me the credit. Mike Pence smartly arrived
at this decision. The task force was his,
and they did such great work. So much less dead
than both the fake news and CDC feared.
What was it Psycho Joe Scarborough said?
Two or three million? I won't shed a tear
if he or his blonde wife get the disease.
He's more disgraceful than all the Chinese—