"I love inflation."
C'mon. Y'all know he's gone. Fried.
When my brother converted from Judaism to Islam (Sufi), our father blew a gasket. I had gone to a religious ceremony to see what the deal was about. And our father blew more of his gasket.
My father confronted me, saying he was "concerned" that I was going to convert after going to this ceremony. I heard enough at this point and flatly declared, "I don't think so . . . . " Why not, countered Dad.
"Because I'm an atheist and there isn't a God," responded I.
"That's WONDERFUL!" exclaimed Dad.
And this is where (IMO) this is where Dad had his "Trump moment": About a decade before, Dad had burst into my bedroom and roared angrily that I was a "godless Communist". Like it was a bad thing. Obviously, he forgot my status. Now I'm wonderful for being the same thing in a different situation.