We all know Trump wanted to meet Kim in Bangkok

Well, there we go, sports fans. Bangkok’s chance for global glory goes gurgling down the toilet. Did Thailand’s Ministry of Spin make even the slightest effort to make the City of Angels the site for the historic Kim-Trump meeting? Not so you’d notice. Bangkok sat supinely on its well-padded bottom while Singapore swooped in to swipe the prize. The Cub Scout Island walks off with the goodies while the City That Never Sleeps looks like the city that never wakes up.
I am disappointed in the Trumpovich. Americans thought they were electing a Real Man. It looks like they got a Real Weenie. A word from him could have brought the meeting to Bangkok. “I want to go to the Centre of the Known Universe for Partying,” he could have said. And Melania would have backed him up: “And I vant to go to ze Santer of ze Known Univairse for shoppeeng,” she would have murmured, wiping a tear from her pretty eye. 
The Blond Blowhard could have ogled the live show at Pussy Galore, accompanied by his new pal Li’l Jong, both of them besieged by legions of luscious lovelies. Instead he’ll get to look at the bleak contours of the Merlion, friendless and alone.
If Melania deigns to accompany him, she’ll ask, “What ees zat, my darleeng?”  “That is a Merlion,” their guide will interpose. “It’s the symbol of Singapore, a combination of a lion and a fish.” “Ooooh, zat ees so keenky!” Melania will exclaim, clapping her well-manicured hands. “And what eez zat leequid flowing from eets mouth?” “That’s vomit,” Trump will say. “Ooooo, why ees eet vomiteeng, my darleeng?” Melania will inquire. “Because it’s in Singapore,” Trump will reply.   
Singabore is “a nice place”, enthused one authority. Well, gee, guy, lots of places are nice. How about picking one that has a little pizzazz? It’s MOTSOS (More of the Same Old Stuff) in Washington, folks, and the swamp has just got a lot swampier.
Horace Beasley