Last night something magical happened. The president fell asleep or had a stroke or got distracted or whatever mid-tweet and for a brief shining hour we were all bound up in a shared sensation of—joy, was it? Wonder, perhaps? A temporary rush of relief that everything is indeed as totally harebrained as we thought? Whatever it was, it happened and we were there for it, together. If it happens again we will be there again. If it doesn’t, well, we will always have #covfefe, and these tweets to remind us…
right now white house on call paramedics are trying to bust down the bathroom door while trump strokes out on the toilet
— BAKOON (@BAKKOOONN) May 31, 2017
Oh shit. What did this just activate? https://t.co/FnvNxPOZ5k
— jeremy scahill (@jeremyscahill) May 31, 2017
i did not think it was possible to do a bad covfefe tweet and yet pic.twitter.com/MRsmBION5x
— Ashley Feinberg (@ashleyfeinberg) May 31, 2017
Kathy Griffin: Tonight, I have all of Twitter paying attention to me!@realDonaldTrump: Hold my #covfefe.
— Victoria Cliett (@VictoriaCliett1) May 31, 2017
— Pixelated Boat (@pixelatedboat) May 31, 2017