Some Summit (Make Condos, Not War?)

First, let's all stipulate that, yes, it's better to meet and talk than to exchange childish insults and threaten world annihilation, but . . .

"Ow, Kim!  You're crushing my little hand!"

The Big Meeting was strictly meh.  It was typical Trump reality TV crap, all flashy photo ops, self-congratulation and verbal diarrhea,  but pretty much zero substance.

Once again, our Casino Mussolini enjoyed cozying up to a dictator, gushing that Kim Jong Un is "very smart, very talented, a worthy negotiator with a very strong country.  I trust him."  But he had not a word to say about North Korea's long history of torture and human rights abuse.  And while Cheeto Benito is lovin' on Lil Kim, it seems all our old friends and allies have now, in Trump's twisted view, become our enemies, "weak and dishonest."

Trump called the Singapore agreement "comprehensive" and "fantastic."  It's neither.  He and Kim signed a very brief ceremonial document -- 300 words or so -- in which they promised to establish new, peaceful relations between the two nations, with North Korea pledging to "work toward" denuclearization, whatever the hell that means.  Similar vague promises have been made and broken before.  It's a nothing burger.  And given that both Trump and Kim are chronic liars, their promises may mean less than nothing in the end.

As little as was accomplished in Singapore, it was symbolically historic, and it was a start.  But hold the celebrations -- it was just a tiny first step on a long, long road. 

Ever the greed monster, Trump may have revealed his true personal motivation when he told Kim that North Korea has "Great beaches!  Wouldn't that make a great condo?  You could have the best hotels in the world.  Think of it from a real estate perspective."  Trump actually showed Kim a video depicting North Korean beach hotels and condos.

Yeah, baby!  Who cares about nuclear weapons when you can have great condos?

Both?  Yeah, both.