One way you can tell that Donald Trump was born with a proverbial silver spoon in his mouth is his ignorance of rules that many of us live by. If you’re raised by nannies then surrounded by sycophants, you never learn these basic political lessons:

• When you’re in a hole, stop digging.
• When in court, never piss off the judge.
• When POTUS speaks, it’s policy not just inane chatter.
• It’s easier to remember the truth than a lie.
• Never start a war without an exit strategy.

The Insult Comedian has repeatedly violated all these rules, especially in his deeply stupid war of choice with Iran. Those of us who were alive during the 1979-81 Iran hostage crisis should know that the mullahs are rigid ideologues who bend but rarely break. Trump was alive then, but I guess he was too busy discriminating against Black tenants to notice. That makes him what the Brits would call a tosser.

Team Trump has never had a clear objective in what the Kaiser of Chaos likes to call an excursion. They’ve taken us on a tour of lame justifications: nukes, regime change, oil, opening and closing the Strait of Hormuz, and on and on and on.

President Pennywise’s latest TACO is walking back his claim that the United States would control the Strait of Hormuz and charge tolls. He seems to confuse an open waterway with the Triborough Bridge DBA the RFK Bridge. A toll is a toll as far as Mad King Donald is concerned. This harebrained scheme has already been repudiated by the Viceroy of Venezuela, Marco Rubio.

All of this has given me a bad case of whiplash. I might need to wear a cervical collar like the one worn by Mrs. Tishell in Doc Martin:

If only Team MAGA blew kisses instead of wars. This one is likely to last much longer than the recent cease fire, which was a cease fire in name only. They’re back to launching missiles and blowing stuff up. Who among us doesn’t have whiplash?

I neglected to include an important rule at the top of the post: The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results. If that’s true, then Donald John Trump is barking mad. No wonder America has whiplash.

You say TACO; I say whiplash. Let’s call the whole thing off.

The last word goes to The Shells: