The photograph was taken on April 22nd.
One can't help wondering about Trump. You could say that he is like a small child who whines about everything, except that the children I have known are much better behaved. Also, one should not think about him as a child, because he is extremely dangerous. Nothing is for him too perilous, too hazardous, too risky, or too unsafe. Also, not to forget, he is treacherous, and slippery like an eel.
(Posting title is from the poem The Third Hour of the Night by Frank Bidart.)