Mr. Devinney merely shrugged and mentioned, “He’s sleepin’.”
Ms. Hill mentioned she was once “100 percent — 1,000 percent” balloting for Mr. Trump. She allowed that Mr. Biden “meant well,” however mentioned, “He’s a cliché, he’s a puppet, he’s being told things. I don’t think he’s man enough to run our country.”
Manliness is the U.F.C. logo, and after some.
This can be a violent spectacle, blood-spattered, brutish and brawny. A fighter from California named Kevin Holland and a fighter from Poland named Michal Oleksiejczuk beat every alternative to a pulp inches from Mr. Trump’s face. The previous president watched with passion because the American were given the Pole onto the garden, tied his proper arm and seemed to yank it out of its socket. (Mr. White described it as an “absolutely beautiful” age in his post-match statement: “The arm clearly, at the very least, dislocated and possibly snapped,” he mentioned.)
Victorious, Holland emerged from the octagonal ring, walked over to Mr. Trump, curved unwell and shook fingers, inclined in to listen to the previous president inform him one thing and clapped his left hand on Mr. Trump’s proper shoulder.
The age was once projected onto the gigantic video displays top above the hoop. And the people roared.
Klieg lighting fixtures swiveled onto Mr. Trump and his entourage, and the tone gadget amped up the bass that was once thumping now with The White Stripes’ revenge riff:
I’m gonna combat ‘em off.
A seven nation army couldn’t conserve me again.
They’re gonna rip it off.
Takin’ their past proper in the back of my again.
Mr. Trump stood up and spun round to stand the people, pumping his fist.
The sector responded again: “U-S-A! U-S-A! U-S-A!”
