Tuesday, May 23, 2017

The Great Unraveling...

The thing is, I'm not only outraged by Donald J. Trump, I'm also highly entertained. Make no doubt, this guy now has the highest rated reality show ever- let us all give credit where credit is truly due. Here is a man who is not only perceived as a charismatic leader by a large section of the American public, he is also seen as a trustworthy, influential, and yes, exceptionally wise elder (with a hot wife no less) capable of cutting through all the subterfuge which lesser minds simply cannot fathom. Snowflake libtards like myself cannot possibly perceive of reality as it actually exists. Or as he himself so modestly proclaimed... "I alone can fix it."

Curiously, one of the first things Trump supporters will anxiously exhale is how The Donald is an established billionaire of genius, mastermind proportions- conveniently disregarding or denying (Fake News!!!) the long and inconvenient procession of bankruptcies and business failures he's accrued throughout his career, and the fact that he doesn't even own half the shit in his name. All we have to know, and accept, is that he is The Master of the Deal- there are none better. He cannot possibly be fooled, swindled or taken by any competitor out there- real or imagined, in business, life or politics...


And yet, as President, we collectively witness firsthand, someone who literally invokes his innocence through magical thinking- say I'm not guilty three times, and the word is made flesh; we literally have a President who called "no backsies" on the head of the FBI, as if on a grade school playground! Then he purposely went out of his way to declare that he never tattled on someone as reported, and proceeds to name the name- directly in front of those in question... when no one had actually named who he himself voluntarily revealed. This master of masters, this king of all deal makers with street smarts and business acumen up the yazoo repeatedly panics and gives up anything and everything at the slightest of provocations! Any twelve year old I knew growing up in Queens would've taken this guy for every nickel, dime and dollar his rich daddy ever gave him- without one single blow... taken his girl too.

And if that isn't already SAD enough... 

2 comments:

mudhouse said...

Please Stan. No more Trump posts.
I can't stand it any more. I've run out of curses, both in English and in Italian (the language I revert to when I'm really angry).
The Reality Show has run it's course, and the Fucker in Chief has worn out his welcome. Time to move on.

Stan B. said...

Sorry, no can do- especially now, when I'm cursing less... and enjoying a whole lot more!

And keep in mind the shit(s) we got waiting in line when this guy is finally run outta town- there'll be no fun in that whatsoever...