The solemn, studied cadences of the Ditherer-in-Chief may be intended to be mesmerizing, or at least soporific, to keep the sleeping giant unaware, but I find them irritating in the same way that the slow readers in grade school were a nuisance:
"... and then the man with the red hat ... sur - prised me when he dis - played a fol - ded ... pam - ... pam - ... pamph - let and ..."
I”m glad I’m not the only one underwhelmed by what the media regard as his greatest talent. I think he’s a terrible speaker. He needs Toastmasters. A for you.