Which brings us back once again to “Chuck and Nancy’s” golden moment with the Golden Goofball. They had a dinner. A beautiful dinner. A beautiful chocolate cake was served for dessert. Or it wasn’t. The actual facts are incidental, indistinct, dreamy. But they talked turkey. A beautiful turkey was the main course. Everyone got a drumstick, except Trump, who got two. But the cherry on top was their dealmaking. Hey, they leveled with him. And he listened! He really knows how to put on an expression of rapt attention while he is thinking about that stupid double bogey on 17. And what a coup to get Trump to abandon his GOP pals and strike a deal with the Democrats on the “dreamers”!

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And that deal was very much worth the full value of the paper it was written on, except they forgot to write it down. Oops! They only had a handshake deal, or would have had one if Trump wasn’t a germophobe who is terrified of the infectious nature of commitment. That could be catching! So the deal is … well, not so much entirely, technically a deal.

And who benefited? Why Trump, of course. The media became a whirling dervish of excitement about a new development. Trump reaches across the aisle! Trump reasserts his stature as serious negotiator! Trump can work with Democrats! Trump likes Chuck and Nancy, or at least Chuck. Chuck trusts Trump to hold up his end of the bargain. And Trump pockets the positive coverage, and people’s fond memories of some deal-something or other bipartisan-something, a man you can work with. The Democrats and the country came away with somewhat less.