Or maybe we misread this man. Maybe he’s just a wide eyed fella from Arkansas who is relishing the spotlight. He probably asked and found out they could take the campaign jet somewhere for a couple days and he asked Cayman Island and his handlers said yes and he said Yea Doggies, let’s git r done!
Perhaps he’s keeping a diary of this once in a lifetime experience. Dear Diary, today we ate something called Lob-ster. It was good, not as good as chicken, diary, but it was good. Til tomorrow. Huck.
Oh, good grief!