On the eighty-fourth anniversary of Pearl Harbor the President spends the day at Mar-a-Lago and posts six items unrelated to Pearl Harbor.

OK. Sunday. December seventh. Eighty-fourth anniversary of the attack on Pearl Harbor. The day Roosevelt called a date which will live in infamy. The day, every year since 1941, this country has set aside, by act of Congress and by every Pearl Harbor proclamation since, to remember the dead.

The President of the United States, on that Sunday, was at Mar-a-Lago. The flag at the White House was at half-staff per the Friday proclamation. The Pacific Fleet, in Honolulu, conducted the official wreath-laying at the USS Arizona memorial. That is on tape. The Defense Department posted the official remembrance. Good. The Vice President spoke. Fine. The Pearl Harbor Survivors Association, which is now down to single digits, attended in Hawaii. God bless them.

The President of the United States, on the same day, posted six items on his social network. Six. I counted. Two of them were about peace prizes he had not been given. Two of them were about cable news anchors. One was about grocery prices, which were down, which is a fine thing to say if it is true. One, somewhere in the middle of the six, was about Pearl Harbor. One.

Buddy. I do not require that the President spend the eighty-fourth anniversary of the worst day in U.S. naval history brooding. He is allowed to live his life. He is allowed to play golf. He is allowed to enjoy Sunday at his club. Fine.

But on the day, every year, when the country has organized itself around remembering those boys, the President of the United States, on the public feed, on the day, is not allowed, by my rules, to do five posts of grievance and one post of perfunctory remembrance.

I have run a casino floor. I have hosted Sunday brunches. I have hosted funerals on the side. There is a thing called the room. You read the room. The room, on the seventh, was those boys. The President read a different room. The room he read was himself.

I am arguing with the television. The television, on the seventh, is at half-staff. The seventh deserved better.