Donald Trump Rips Reporter To Shreds Over Unfathomably Dumb Question

Look, I don't often write about Donald Trump humiliating the Big J media anymore. It's not because I don't enjoy it – I do – but more so because it just happens so often, it sort of loses its news appeal. 

So, I pick and choose my spots. Like Michael Jordan on the Wizards. I can still put up 50, but it ain't every night. Once in a while, though, I see a defense ripe for the picking, and turn the clock back to 1997. 

That's what happened yesterday in the Oval Office when a reporter asked Trump maybe the dumbest question in the history of time. And it wasn't so much the question itself. The question, on paper, was a fine one. 

It's the absolute beatdown that transpired immediately after asking it that really caught my attention. 

Rollllll tape!

There's a lesson to be learned here 

I mean, this is the good stuff, folks. Soak it in. Bask in it. Enjoy it. We are never getting #content like this again out of the White House. I don't care who's in office, they ain't replicating this sort of aura. 

"With what? BB guns?" might be my favorite Trump line of all time, and he's had a lot of them over the past decade. But the sheer annoyance out of Trump, right off the bat, makes this an all-timer. 

Again, the question is fine. Or, really, the statement. 

Iran threatened US tech companies. Fine. That's a fine thing to say, and ask, during a war. I get it. 

But things go off the rails so quickly, and Trump picks it apart so violently, that the whole thing gets torn to pieces in a matter of seconds. 

The reporter couldn't even get the bat off his shoulders! You'd think if you were going to the Oval Office in the morning, you'd have a follow-up to whatever you ask. Or, at least, back it up with some sort of tangible evidence. 

But no. This cat just digs in, fires off a question, and then sits there and hems and haws for 30 seconds while Trump stuffs him in a locker. Just humiliating. 

My dad once taught me a very valuable lesson: never ask a question you don't know the answer to. He taught me the hard way when I was in college. 

It was freshman year, and he called me up one day after thanksgiving break and GRILLED me on whether I had used his house (they were gone for the week) one night during my break. 

Yes, it involved a girl. Duh. All dumb stories do. 

Anyway, he called me up and asked me, and I immediately said no. Couldn't have said it fast enough. He then asked again, in a slightly different way. 

"I'm going to ask again, but this time, just know that I already know the answer."

He had me cornered. I was toast. He knew I was lying, because I had to set the alarm upon departure and all of that info was logged. 

I got RIPPED over the phone for the next hour. What a moment. 

Anyway, moral of the story? Don't be a dummy and ask the president a question without at least knowing the basic facts of said question. 

Big J 101!