The Leader of the Free World isn't having it:
I would think he's referring to this article, which does have a whiff of literary device about it:
Aides confer in the dark because they cannot figure out how to operate the light switches in the cabinet room. Visitors conclude their meetings and then wander around, testing doorknobs until finding one that leads to an exit. In a darkened, mostly empty West Wing, Mr. Trump’s provocative chief strategist, Stephen K. Bannon, finishes another 16-hour day planning new lines of attack.
They can't even turn on the lights! What a bunch of simps! But there's more:
Usually around 6:30 p.m., or sometimes later, Mr. Trump retires upstairs to the residence to recharge, vent and intermittently use Twitter. With his wife, Melania, and young son, Barron, staying in New York, he is almost always by himself, sometimes in the protective presence of his imposing longtime aide and former security chief, Keith Schiller. When Mr. Trump is not watching television in his bathrobe or on his phone reaching out to old campaign hands and advisers, he will sometimes set off to explore the unfamiliar surroundings of his new home.
He's in his bathrobe at 6:30 p.m.! Man, what the hell is wrong with this guy?
We can take the word of the reporters on this piece, Glenn Thrush and Maggie Haberman, because we know they are objective. Thrush had his moment in the WikiLeaks sun last year (sorry about the embedded Anglo-Saxon terminology):
Meanwhile, Haberman has a key endorsement of her work:
Satisfaction guaranteed! I'm sure these journalists are getting the story exactly right. If you want a story teed up, get the right people involved.
Trump may wear a bathrobe, but these two reporters have been standing naked in the public square for a long time now.