The photograph was meant, I can only assume, to make Trump seem relatable and down-to-earth. Unfortunately, seeing as Trump is about as down-to-earth as his private jet is while cruising at 30,000 feet, he accomplished the exact opposite.
Here is the photograph. Disclaimer: Some viewers may find this disturbing.
First of all, in this photograph, Trump looks about as virile and alive as the oil-fried chicken carcass limb that is resting, untouched, on the plate before him.
He looks like your grandfather smiling politely for the camera while holding the Christmas present you gave him which he does not understand.
Twitter made some crucial observations regarding this picture.
Considering how tone-deaf this photograph is (the only thing it's missing is a waiter standing by with a pepper grinder as big as a baseball bat), my theory that Donald Trump's campaign team amounts to little more than an unpaid intern, a stripper, a smartphone and a mound of Adderall, now seems even more likely.
We are reminded now of this delightful piece of cultural olive branching:
I'm telling you, he has no campaign team. There is no way.
Anyone who isn't Donald Trump (or, I dunno, a platypus) would've immediately realized the backlash these two photographs would garner.
The good people of Twitter haven't let Trump live this down, which must hurt Trump's feelings, seeing as Twitter is his medium of choice.
If he wins, he will be the first president elected by Twitter. Although certainly not the last.
This attempt to humanize Trump with chicken came after his bizarre interview with ABC where, when the interviewer asked him to respond to the Muslim father of a dead soldier, who challenged Trump to name the sacrifices he has made for his country, Trump went on to list all the money he's made and how successful he's been in his career.
"Those are sacrifices?" the interviewer asked.
"Oh, sure, those are sacrifices," Trump answered.
If you need me I'll be at the beach with my head in the sand.