TOTAL ECLIPSE | Day 166 | Trump in dump truck | Iran: No deal till he’s gone | Israel burns Lebanon

**George Galloway** (0:00)
It's a total eclipse of the sun, well, more or less, as it is the total eclipse of the presidency of Donald J. Trump. Not just because he was captured, at least in the Lego version, escaping from Air Force One, or Air Force One as we now call it, given his Benjamin Buffon. He was leaving Marco Rubio and the entire Washington Press Corps to perish on board the presidential jet, though he had escaped it for another jet in a catering cart. You couldn't make it up. Not just because of the clearly visible putrefaction of Donald J. Trump at both ends, falling asleep at vital Oval Office events with far greater regularity and narcolepsy than Joe Biden ever did, but he is accompanied by his health secretary, Robert F. Kennedy Jr., his hands shaking like a leaf. I don't know, maybe he was pining for a substance or two. Not just because the elections are now looming as ominously as that total eclipse that you just watched. And thanks to our brilliant backroom team for capturing it. That will be the end, effectively, of Donald Trump's presidency. And who knows, he was out playing golf on the fairway just yesterday with a mobile missile launcher on the fairway beside him. He is going to hell in a catering cart. And so are the German government, the hapless Mr. Mertz, the German equivalent of Inspector Clouseau, who was played by an Englishman of Indian heritage. But now this metaphor is getting too complicated. On with the show. It's live. It's the mother of all talk shows. Stay tuned.

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**George Galloway** (2:23)
Well, the next one will be 2090 I'm unlikely still to be around, and if I am, I'll probably not be presenting the show as I'll be 120 or something of that order. So it is an extraordinary event. I saw the last one in Portugal in 1999, and an extraordinary event it was. It felt like the end of the world, and maybe it was at least the end of the world that we knew. We are now all going to hell in a high cart. We are going to hell in a different kind of cart from the one that Donald Trump was skulking in Turkey. It's worth analyzing just what happened there. Donald Trump, the man that said, Fight, fight, fight! The last time they threatened to assassinate him, tried to assassinate him, I wonder why we never heard any more about that subject. I wonder why Donald Trump doesn't mention it every time he gets up to speak. I wonder why we know nothing, nothing, nothing about the man who fired the shot and who was promptly shot dead on the principle that dead men tell no tales and a brave man in the audience lost his life on that occasion. Was that real or wasn't it? I suppose we'll have to wait to find out. But he sure wasn't shouting, fight, fight, fight when he got the news that the Iranians were going to try and bring down Air Force One. No, he lied to everyone on the plane as well as everyone watching that the President of the United States of America, the Commander in Chief of the most powerful armed forces the world has ever known. He went up the steps. He spoke to the reporters. No doubt he spoke to little Marco Rubio and then he exited on the other side of the plane going down in a conveyor to a catering cart. God knows how they found a catering cart big enough to accommodate him. They definitely must have cleared out all the peanuts and crisps before he fitted into it and then he skulked, it's the only word for it, to an unmarked military plane, took off and flew back to Washington, flew to London actually, I think. Whilst everybody else in the plane was facing imminent total eclipse, facing imminent demise, thinking the commander in chief was up the front of the plane. Now, say what you like about Joe Biden. I don't think he would have done that. I think the ignominy of that would have been too great. Did Trump expect that no one would ever find out what he had done? What an act of cowardice from the five-time draft dodger who definitely wasn't prepared to be found dead lying face down in a Vietnamese paddy field. His bone spurs affected him, couldn't serve, but his bone spurs have allowed him a life of disco dancing with Jeffrey Epstein and pounding up that aforementioned fairway ever since. Donald Trump's presidency is in very deep trouble. Indeed, the man seems to have lost all touch, all contact with reality. He's inventing prices, inventing prices at the pump above all. And he is presiding over an economy in the United States that is stock market rich but Main Street poor. Main Street is struggling even to survive. Rents in Manhattan just reached an average of $6,500 per month. No wonder the mayor of New York is trying to bring in rent controls. But all over the United States, infrastructure is crumbling. Natural disasters are happening without an appropriate response, with an response worthy of poor countries, the kind of poor countries continually reviled by the president of the United States, Donald J. Trump. Infrastructure crumbling, disasters happening, shootouts at the local malls, cinemas, schools, colleges, clubs with monotonous regularity. There's a sense, just like in this eclipse, that we are right now experiencing, of everything sliding out of control, of greater powers, greater forces at work than those that we see on our screens who are supposedly controlling events. And to make matters worse, I did tell them to prepare for an October surprise, it's come early. The Iranians have said they have no intention of dealing with Donald Trump any longer, that the man who calls them a liar is the biggest liar that there has ever been on the international stage.