Here is an article about Trump's disgraceful comments about journalists at a rally
https://www.lbc.co.uk/news/trump-says-he-would-not-mind-if-journalists-were-shot-at-pennsylvania-rally/
The section of the article from Trump's 'spokesman'.reads as follows :
Spokesman Steven Cheung argued: “President Trump was brilliantly talking about the two assassination attempts on his own life, including one that came within 1/4 of an inch from killing him, something that the Media constantly talks and jokes about.
“The President’s statement about protective glass placement has nothing to do with the Media being harmed, or anything else.”
Cheung added: “It was about threats against him that were spurred on by dangerous rhetoric from Democrats.
“In fact, President Trump was stating that the Media was in danger, in that they were protecting him and, therefore, were in great danger themselves, and should have had a glass protective shield, also.
“There can be no other interpretation of what was said. He was actually looking out for their welfare, far more than his own!"
This kind of tricksy, emotive duplicity really reminded me of this passage from Animal Farm about the tyrant Napoleon's spokesman, Squealer:
That evening Squealer explained privately to the other animals that Napoleon had never in reality been opposed to the windmill. On the contrary, it was he who had advocated it in the beginning, and the plan which Snowball had drawn on the floor of the incubator shed had actually been stolen from among Napoleon's papers. The windmill was, in fact, Napoleon's own creation. Why, then, asked somebody, had he spoken so strongly against it? Here Squealer looked very sly. That, he said, was Comrade Napoleon's cunning. He had SEEMED to oppose the windmill, simply as a manoeuvre to get rid of Snowball, who was a dangerous character and a bad influence. Now that Snowball was out of the way, the plan could go forward without his interference. This, said Squealer, was something called tactics. He repeated a number of times, "Tactics, comrades, tactics!" skipping round and whisking his tail with a merry laugh. The animals were not certain what the word meant, but Squealer spoke so persuasively, and the three dogs who happened to be with him growled so threateningly, that they accepted his explanation without further questions.
The modern world depresses me sometimes.