We ask Dr. Phil to analyze a scenario (created by A.I.):

Dr. Phil’s Take: Trump’s Greek Diner Escape

Now hold on just a minute here, folks. Let me tell you what we got going on. Donald Trump – and I’m gonna call it like I see it – decides he’s gonna skip his trial and head on down to some Greek diner instead. Now, how’s THAT working for you, Donald?

You can’t change what you don’t acknowledge, and what we’re acknowledging here is a man who thinks a gyro is gonna solve his legal problems. I mean, come ON!

So he walks into this place, and there’s Nick, Pete, and George working their tails off, flipping spanakopita and slinging hot butter like their lives depend on it. And what’s the first thing they notice? This man’s got a shirt stain the size of Texas! Now, I’m not Dr. Fashion, but when you’re avoiding the electric chair – metaphorically speaking – maybe clean yourself up a little bit!

But here’s where it gets really interesting, y’all. He sits down next to some electric chair decoration – now if that ain’t some psychological symbolism, I don’t know what is! – and starts ordering up a storm. “Give me that oregano, pile on that feta cheese,” he says. Then he has the audacity to ask for some “covfefe spice.”

Now, Lady Gaga’s playing on the jukebox, Mark Meadows is over there in the corner booth writing what I can only assume are his memoirs, and Stormy Daniels walks in talking about some one-eyed duck conspiracy. And what does our friend Donald do? He jumps right into that conversation!

You know what this tells me? This man is living in what I call “La-La Land.” When Aaron Rodgers is your go-to guy for Greek food recommendations, we got ourselves a reality problem, people!

Listen, I get it – sometimes you need comfort food. Sometimes you need to escape. But here’s what I’m gonna tell you, and I want you to write this down: You cannot gyro your way out of accountability!

This whole thing is what I call “avoidance behavior.” Instead of facing his problems head-on, he’s drowning them in spanakopita and pretending that hot butter and oregano are gonna make his troubles disappear faster than a magician’s rabbit.

Now, I’m not saying there’s anything wrong with Greek food – Lord knows I love me some good Mediterranean cuisine. But when you’re using it as an escape from reality, that’s when Dr. Phil’s gotta step in and say, “Get real!”

So here’s my advice, and it’s free: Stop running to the diner every time life gets tough. Face your music, clean that shirt, and remember – the only thing you should be avoiding is bad feta cheese, not your responsibilities.

How’s THAT for some real talk? adjusts glasses and leans back in chair