The war in Afghanistan is…like renovating the 21 Club in Manhattan. Seriously.

Trump told his advisers that the restaurant, Manhattan’s elite ’21’ Club, had shut its doors for a year and hired an expensive consultant to craft a plan for a renovation. After a year, Trump said, the consultant’s only suggestion was that the restaurant needed a bigger kitchen.

Officials said Trump kept stressing the idea that lousy advice cost the owner a year of lost business and that talking to the restaurant’s waiters instead might have yielded a better result. He also said the tendency is to assume if someone isn’t a three-star general he doesn’t know what he’s talking about, and that in his own experience in business talking to low-ranking workers has gotten him better outcomes.

How nice of him to think of the low-ranking workers. Truly Jacksonian.

Meanwhile, Trump conceded yesterday that he, well, lied about the much smaller matter of whether he received recent phone calls from the Boy Scouts and President of Mexico . On the one hand, this demonstrates the degree to which lying is routine, even compulsive…on the other, I guess you could argue this is being presidential using the George W. Bush model, who was also known to lie about even the most petty things.

But what really gets me, is that, as with Bush Junior, there’s a floor of some 20-30 percent who’ll not only accept the Liar-in-Chief, but apparently revel/rejoice in him…at least until they’re on the firing line…

At this point, we’re beyond Amateur Hour. We’re even beyond The Gong Show. It’s like The Gong Show movie…if the Gong Show Movie was a one-man show starring Anson Williams in an ill-fitting blond wig. Heaven help us…