A day before the Russian Collusion Crisis took its most dramatic turn (so far) Donald Trump typed his most gratifying tweet (so far).
What he typed to be precise was the most pleasing two-word phrase in Twitter history.
It offered such compelling reason for hope that it deserves recording with pedantic accuracy.
At 7.17am (Eastern Standard Time) on Sunday, 29 October 2017 the 45th President obliquely referred to the charges against three election campaign team members made public the following day.
The phrase concluded a quartet of tweets of crescendoingly deranged hysteria in which the tangerine blowhard tried to deflect attention to long since debunked allegations about Hillary Clinton (those emails – flogging uranium to Russia).
In block capitals he addressed it to no one – other perhaps than God.
In a way (an odd way admittedly) one admires the honesty.
He didn’t mean to be honest – as if that needs saying.
But his subconscious cut through the crap and guided those tiny fingers to reveal how cornered – scared and despairing he feels.
This was an almost animalistic scream of terrified rage.
It read (with a ritual shout-out to the power of wishful thinking) like the scream of a dying animal.