COULD eating a bar of soap, washing it down with hot water, then rolling round on the floor to build up a good lather, while singing Happy Birthday twice, cure coronavirus?
Ridiculously far-fetched, I know. But, quite possibly, not in the head of the President of the United States.
The world – apart from a proportion of the American electorate – has got used to Donald Trump’s crass pronouncements, but his suggestion that injecting disinfectant into the body might be a way out of the coronavirus crisis has taken it to a new level of embarrassment.
Once the medial profession had issued a series of public warnings that swigging bleach wasn’t a good idea, he went on to heap more embarrassment on himself by claiming that he was merely being sarcastic to journalists to see how they’d react.
Oh, how US health officials must look forward to his little games at press briefings. If it were an episode of Spitting Image, it would be funny. But it’s not – this is the President of the United States, and it’s desperately worrying.
But, perhaps, this may prove to be a watershed moment for Donald Trump. Maybe, just maybe, even his supporters will now come to the conclusion that they elected someone who is woefully out of his depth, with a poisonous mix of ignorance and arrogance.
The notion of injecting disinfectant is not the answer to coronavirus but it may well finally kill off Trump’s hopes of a second term. Surely, America can’t elect him again. Can it?
We all need to wash our hands of the idiot in the White House.