Donald Trump outdid himself today, and I most certainly don’t mean that as a compliment. His press conference in the wake of signing his executive order for the illusory border wall was part coke ramblings, part tween-girl pity party, and partly the work a man who distrusts his intelligence briefings but believes “news” from fever-swamp bloggers.

It was, as it always is, quite a performance, so long as you don’t confuse the hyperverbal machine-gun show put on by a capering, jiggling Trump with him articulating a reason for his actions. This was a performance for his press hatin’ yokels, a display of Trump’s feral cunning about how easily satisfied the corrupt remnants of the Republican party are by his clownish media tantrums.

The declaration of a phony national emergency represents the biggest false flag in recent American political history. Sure, Ann Coulter peeks through the curtains seven times a night to spot the oncoming brown horde, but no serious person believes this rises to anything near the level of an actual crisis.

An extra-constitutional order based on a false crisis is something much worse than just a feeble PR play by a frustrated, failed President itching to do something after being slapped by Nancy Pelosi.