My button is bigger than your button

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For several years I owned a lake house. When we had kids at home we enjoyed going down, riding around in the boat on a warm summers day, waking-up and doing it all over again. But when my kids grew-up and out my wife and I went down to the lake less and less although the boat and the house still required our attention. We sold the house and the boat about three years ago and I haven’t spent one day missing either.

I had a 17 foot boat, a kind of combination fishing and family cruiser. It was large enough for six people, and powerful enough to pull two kids on a tube. It was all the boat that I wanted and needed. But scattered all over this 56,000 acre inland lake were men driving around in over compensation boats, cigarette boats, 20 to 50 feet long behemoths with 1,000 horsepower engines. These guys would fly around the lake at 75 to 100 mph leaving a wake that would knock kids off tubes and water skiers down. Everyone knew it was too much boat for such a confined space and everyone also knew that these guys driving these garish and gaudy boats were over compensating for something they lacked. Use your imagination.

“North Korean Leader Kim Jong Un just stated that the “Nuclear Button is on his desk at all times.” Will someone from his depleted and food starved regime please inform him that I too have a Nuclear Button, but it is a much bigger & more powerful one than his, and my Button works!” – Trump tweet 1-2-18

“Our” President is bigger, better, smarter, prettier, more stylish, and more sophisticated, than any other man walking on the face of the earth, at least, according to him. He is, which he reminds us of every opportunity he gets, a winner! He is also an insecure six-year-old, with an over inflated sense of self, who is still trying to impress his Daddy and instead of a cigarette boat he has a bigger & more powerful” Nuclear Button on his desk. Yea, scares the shit out of me too.

The problem with this kind of bullshit and bluster is Trump’s base eats it up. The guy in Texas riding around the lake in his speed boat, the redneck in Alabama who kills Budweiser cans with his AK-47, the factory worker in Detroit who smashes empty Budweiser cans against his forehead and lines them up on the bar, my blowhard brother in-law, this is how they talk, this is how they think, “mess with me and I’ll kill ya”.

I try to remind myself that these dip-shits don’t represent the majority of Americans and then I remember it is the King dip-shit that I should be worried about, that we should all be worried about. My blowhard brother in-law is all talk, but the question remains, and the doubt he plants is would he really use the loaded 357 that he keeps in his bedside drawer? His ace in the hole is that he doesn’t want you to find out.

My hope is that Trump has pictures of his children and grandchildren next to that bigger & more powerful” Nuclear Button on his desk. If his ego and pride won’t stop him from starting World War III maybe the innocent faces of his family will.

Need a topic to write your Senator or Congress person about, how about the suggestion of giving Trump a fake Nuclear Button on his desk, maybe one made by Mattel that he can put next to his Diet Coke button, yea that’s a real thing.

“Sitting across from Donald Trump in the Oval Office, my eyes are drawn to a little red button on a box that sits on his desk,” The Financial Times’ Demetri Sevastopulo writes. Sevastopulo jokingly asked Trump if this was the nuclear button.

“No no, everyone thinks it is,” Sevastopulo says Trump responds, and then uses the button to order a Diet Coke. “Everyone does get a little nervous when I press that button,” Trump tells Sevastopulo.

 

About ends and beginnings blog

I am a frustrated writer and poet waiting to be discovered. A stand-up philosopher performing on a street corner near you. A Christian with questions but I don’t want to hear your answers. A Buddhist with a bumper sticker on my truck to prove it. A collector of quotes. A grower of lettuce. The Patron Saint of earthworms who name their children after me. A cyclist whose big ass strains the seams of his Lycra bibs. I am American by birth, Southern by the grace of God. My goal in life is to leave an imprint on the lives of the people I love not a footprint on the earth. I am a son, a husband, a father composed of 65%-Oxygen, 18%-Carbon, 10%-Hydrogen, 3%-Nitrogen, 3%-Diet Coke and 1%-Oreo.
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16 Responses to My button is bigger than your button

  1. William Tell says:

    It’s not “My button is bigger than yours,” but “My finger is longer than yours.”

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Suze says:

    when will Congress and the House understand that the IIC is a clear and present danger to not only this country but the EARTH and impeach him?

    Liked by 4 people

  3. Well, didn’t take him long to $#!t on my year.

    Liked by 2 people

  4. Ditto. Years ago trucking for the USA, there was always a man with the “masterblaster” CB radio. Even the little green men on Mars asked, “Who is this idiot?” Obviously compensating for something really small (we never checked body parts) after a few minutes of conversation with the driver, we determined that smallness was incorrect….it was absolute emptiness, nada, zilch, nothing. Sounds like Trump’s internal soul, doesn’t it? He sold it many years ago to self-driven ambition. There is nothing….he is living in a hell on earth. Cold, empty, without soul.

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  5. Nan says:

    I know I comment on pretty much every blog you write, but this time? Well … there are just no words. *shudder*

    Liked by 3 people

  6. I think he should think before he tweets something like that. He will be the end to us.

    Liked by 1 person

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