And I want there to be commemorative coins and they'll be made of gold and when you shake them a voice will come out telling you some Nazis are fine people and there will be cake, chocolate cake, and on the way home I want burgers but John Kelly doesn't get any because he's been mean to me and ...

If you're wondering how Trump is preparing for the North Korean disarmament summit, don't bother. He's treating it like one of his TV shows.

Going into the North Korea meeting, senior administration officials say, the president has been almost singularly focused on the pageantry of the summit—including the suspenseful roll-out of details. He has not been deeply engaged in briefing materials on North Korea's nuclear program, said three people with knowledge of the White House efforts. They were not authorized to speak publicly.

Oh my goodness! Do you think Kim Jong Un will give him a rose? Those two would make such a cute couple!

So he's not bothering with the briefings, again, he doesn't have any clear idea what he wants from "Chairman Un" or what he could or could not offer in exchange, again, but he will absolutely for-certain know how many brass instruments will be in the welcoming band and whether he will arrive at the negotiating venue via limo, helicopter, tank or horse-drawn carriage. That sounds about right.

But the White House is still hyping this thing as a triumph in waiting, because of course they are.

Laying the political groundwork, Vice President Mike Pence, in an interview with Fox News, said both the Clinton and Bush administrations had been 'played' by the North Korean government. "We offered concessions to the North Korean regime in exchange for promises to end their nuclear weapons program, only to see them break those promises and abandon them," he said. "It would be a great mistake for Kim Jong Un to think he could play Donald Trump."

Dumbness, as far as the eye can see. A sweeping plain of dumbness, sprouting dumb flowers and pockmarked by the dumb holes of dumb burrowing animals. In the far distance, a dumb bird sings the stupidest song you've ever heard. This is the Trump White House, in dreamscape; a place where not a single not-dumb thing can be found, but every lizard and pocket gopher thinks they are king of it all.

One wonders what Mike Pence is going to do after this. He's probably going to retire to paint mediocre pictures of Donald in his basement art room. Presuming, of course, he admits to ever knowing Trump at all.