Oh?
And then what will he do after he realizes that, Barry, you ridiculous, retarded moron?
You, sir, are a national and global embarrassment and an absolute laughing stock.
See the detached, distant smile? In his mind, it's all sunshine and skittles. Everything he says is reality - if he says it, it's true. He has no concerns, no worries. It's all perfectly aligned, perfectly controlled, perfectly managed in his perfect little world.
Valerie lets him sit in the Oval Office like this for hours and hours and hours...