I, for one, am ready to join President Trump’s crusade against “fake news,” and the first target should be Trump himself.

Trump says the press should not be reporting “fake news,” i.e., stories or statements that are politically slanted and have little or no basis in truth.

Given that Trump himself can barely finish a sentence without delivering some type of baseless charge or misinformation, perhaps the press should stop covering his statements as well.

We could start with his endless tweets, which are sent out over the cable news channels as if they were the golden words of a supreme ruler, rather than what they really are, the childish blather of a sleep-deprived narcissist.

Maybe we should also boycott Trump’s appearances. At least until he gets his facts straight.

Just think of the look on Trump’s face if he stepped out of the White House and there were no cameras to feed his ego.

Just think how nice it would be for a single day to be free of his tweets.

It would be priceless.

Hello, goodbye: Lt. Gov. Gavin Newsom was at his glad-handing best at the recent ribbon-cutting for the new Transbay Terminal.

The smiling and casually attired Newsom arrived about an hour ahead of the ceremony and promptly declared, “I can only stay a minute. I have another commitment I have to make.”

And he repeated the “Great seeing you — gotta go” line over and over for the next hour as he worked his way through the assembled crowd posing for selfies and making small talk with the guests.

Gavin managed to have a word with everyone from Mayor London Breed to Minority Leader Nancy Pelosi to the center’s construction workers, and he still got out before the dozen or so speakers took the stage for what turned out to be a very long ceremony.

Swalwell’s odds: I have to admire Democratic East Bay Rep. Eric Swalwell’s presidential ambitions, but I don’t see how he gets the Democratic nomination for the 2020 run.

Swalwell is young and smart, and he works hard. His presence on the House Intelligence Committee has given him national exposure.

Unfortunately for Swalwell, he lacks a made-for-TV life story or any ethnic identity or a major union backing him.

He’s not all that witty on the stump, either, so it is going to be hard for him to instantly connect with a big crowd.

Plus, everyone confuses Swalwell with fellow Intelligence committee member Adam Schiff.

Union trouble: Bouncing around Union Square the other day, I couldn’t help but notice that 1 in 4 of the once-stylish, high-end storefronts are now empty.

Is it the sky-high rents? The rise in internet shopping? The headache of the never-ending construction surrounding the square? Or maybe shoppers have just grown tired of the homeless.

And it’s not just the stores that are suffering.

I checked in with the area’s parking garages and was told that, with the exception of the Sutter Stockton Garage, none of the garages is anywhere near reaching its capacity on a regular basis.

The rerouting and closing of streets to accommodate the Central Subway project had made driving a car impossible. Drivers coming in from the suburbs or from across town are lucky if they can even make their way to the entrance of the Union Square or Ellis Street garages before giving up and heading elsewhere.

Word is out that the heavily traveled Embarcadero is next in line for “improvements.” The idea is to put in protective bike lanes, a move that will make the already clogged street even more of a nightmare to drive for both locals and tourists.

Let’s leave the Embarcadero as it is: a lovable and enjoyable space along the waterfront that also serves as a major corridor for those who drive.

Movie time: “BlacKkKlansman.” Ron Stallworth and Spike Lee team up to present one of the best films of the year. It’s a message movie that highlights a little-known chapter of our nation’s history with hate groups. It also has a number of humorous scenes. The David Duke portrayal alone is worth the price of admission. And the comparisons between this story and President Trump’s electoral success are uncanny.

Put it on your must-see list.

Then and now: Speaking of lists, when I was a kid in Mineola, Texas, I got the biggest kick reading the “First List,” published every month in Ebony magazine.

The first black person to attend Harvard. The first black person to be elected to a city council. The first black judge.

How I aspired to be among them.

These days, when I pick up the Chronicle obits, I find myself reading a new list. A list of the lasts.

The last of the Tuskegee Airmen. The last of the early civil rights leaders, or the last of the Negro League players.

And this time, I’m just glad I’m not among them.

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