When Trump tweets, I cry - then I dive under my desk to brace myself for the impact. I have to be online for work, so I monitor his feed as my anxiety and confusion mount. What is he even talking about? Am *I* the idiot for not understanding them? If so, then how did I earn two degrees, one in literal Communication? Then I pour myself a stiff drink and sniff Epsom salts to recover.
Just kidding! I take a deep breath and remember that reality is an illusion and Trump is a manifestation of my darkest fears.
JK Rowling takes a different, non-delusional approach: she roasts 'em. At least that's what she did in response to Trump's latest Twitter tirade regarding the Robert Mueller investigation.