Maybe it’s me

Trump McCain

It is a familiar refrain, Attorney General, Secretary of State, Communication Director, Chief of Staff (2 of them), Chief Strategist, National Security Advisor (2 of them), Secretary of Defense; Trump makes a big deal about only hiring the smartest, brightest, best people in the world and then trashes them later and fires them on Twitter. Keep in mind this narcissistic dumb ass has only been in office for two and a half years but he has burned through so many people that there is a Wikipedia page listing Trump administration dismissals and resignations and it’s a LONGGGGGG and growing list.

I have a friend, a guy that I have known for 20 plus years. Bobby would do anything in the world for you but for whatever reason he simply can’t stayed married. He is not mean. Not a drunk. He didn’t cheat on his wives that I know of and when I say wives he has been married four times. He has kids from all four marriages, seven total and except for the last ex-wife, who is nuts and too young, he gets along great with all of the other ex-Mrs. Bobby’s.

Bobby is in his mid-sixties but looks good, real good. He could easily pass for late forties. We were having lunch last year and I was asking him about kids, and grandkids. He has been single for about five years now, the longest stretch I could remember and I asked him who the future Mrs. Bobby would be. He said there wouldn’t be one. He was done. After four marriages, seven kids, five grandchildren, and probably hundreds of thousands of dollars in child support and alimony his fun ticket was punched. He was busy, happy and healthy and that was enough to carry him through the rest of his life.

I responded that he had certainly lived an exciting life with all those attempts at marriage. So since it was all over I had to ask, out of those four why did he think at least one of them didn’t stick? He said he finally realized that there was one common denominator in all of his relationships, him. Bobby said after number four he had the classic epiphany one day, “Maybe it’s me.” I didn’t feel the need to tell him he was probably right.

So back to our “stable genius”, the man who has filled the halls of the White House with white men with the moniker of “Acting” in front of their titles because, well, no one wants to work for this nut-job. If you think about it “Acting” really describes everything you need to know about the Drump presidency.

He “acts” like he knows what he is doing but this dumbo has never earned an honest dollar in his life. He stands in front of his adoring white people and “acts” like he is Jesus Christ come to save them. He “acts” like a tough-guy but this pussy can’t even fire people face to face. Yes, “act” is the appropriate way to describe the era of Tonald Drump. Hell he can’t even “act” like he cares when visiting grieving families. He would rather talk about, you guessed it, Tonald Drump.

Ronald Reagan was a bad actor who, at the very least was able to “act” presidential. Drump can’t even pull-off the “act” presidential part of the job for a minute and a half. He tries, but reading a teleprompter and sniffing never comes off as presidential.

So while Drump adds Anthony Scaramucci to his long and growing list of “Just another disgruntled former employee who got fired for gross incompetence!” I wonder if the man who himself has been married three times and only hires the best people will ever think to himself one day “Maybe it’s me?” Certainly, we don’t need to “act” like we know the answer to that question.    

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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11 Responses to Maybe it’s me

  1. TokyoSand says:

    What a great post. Love the personal story and tying it to our current nightmare. Well done.

    Liked by 2 people

  2. Oh, yeah, he’ll admit it’s him one of these days. Right after the skies are filled with pork.

    Liked by 2 people

  3. Nan says:

    He’ll never ever admit it.

    Liked by 2 people

  4. There are thousands of photos of trump circulating, but the one you used to begin this post is really ‘precious’. It brings a smile to my face every time I see it.😁 It conveys perfectly what we have sitting in the Oval Office. Thanks brother.

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  5. Great post with a great picture. I still cannot understand how anyone could have watched even one episode of “Celebrity Apprentice” didn’t realize that the Tweeter-in-Chief is a 14 karat phony. Maybe there are fewer TV fans in the country than I think.

    Each of us needs to do all that we can to get the sane people to vote in November of 2020. This post is an excellent contribution to that cause.

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