I have been busy these last couple of weeks. For those of you that don’t know what kind of work I do I am involved with a non-profit that owns and builds affordable housing for individuals and families at-risk or experiencing homelessness. I am currently trying to complete one house and working to start another one in a couple of months. The work is, to say the least, rewarding but also troubling given the circumstances some of the human beings we work with find themselves in.
With all that is on my plate, at work, at home, and in my community keeping-up with President Pumpkin hasn’t really been high on my list of must do’s. Besides after a quick check of what he considers masturbation, and what the rest of us call tweeting, I discovered I hadn’t missed a thing taking a week long break. In summary, it is the same old shit from Trump just a different day.
My Dad, God love him, spends 50 to 60% of his day glued to Facebook posting, well stupid shit, and then waiting around for the likes and comments while “liking” and commenting on the stupid shit his “Facebook Friends” post. I have seen this man spend hours totally detached from a room filled with his family engrossed in the response he is receiving about a picture he posted of two dogs talking so I have a very vivid visual of how Th’ Rump spends his days and nights.
If you didn’t know, Big Don lives in a cocoon, but this isn’t new to him, he has spent the vast majority of his life in a cocoon he has created. His whole persona, the aspect of someone’s character that is presented to or perceived by others for our Deplorable friends, as been carefully crafted by him. The scowl, the spray tan, the cotton candy hair, the “your fired” tough, businessman. Honestly, it is not who he is or what he is but the character that he plays. And the key to The Don’s “success” is his ability to control the narrative, the environment and the audience.
I am sure by now most of you have seen the video of Trump being booed at the World Series. The look on his face is priceless once the narcissus realizes the boos and chants of “lock him up” are being directed at him. Think about it, in three years what public appearances has he made that weren’t staged, and coordinated with a hand-picked audience of white, fat, racist Deplorables? It’s a rhetorical question. If it isn’t zero it is pretty damn close.
But what I loved more than Trump’s face at the ballgame was Melania’s. She caught on much quicker to what was happening than her big orange boy did. As Trump likes to say “many people” feel sorry for Melania. I am not one of them. She knew what she was hitching her wagon too. For Melania, Trump was a green card with a few dollars behind it and a plastic surgery gift card. I suspect all those “billions” probably aren’t worth today what they were worth when she signed the prenup. Hell who are we kidding, whatever deal she cut wasn’t worth having sex with him at least once that we know of! Sorry for the visual folks, yikes.
So what have I missed in the last week or two from Trump? Nothing. Same old shit, different day. Apparently he and a dog personally killed some ISIS guy, at least that is what “many people” are saying. He is desperately masturbating, I mean tweeting, all day, everyday about Nervous Nancy, Shifty Schiff, Do Nothing Dems, Never Trumpers, Witch Hunts, Hoaxes and Fake News. So in the immortal words of Aerosmith, “It’s the same old story, same old song and dance, my friend.” And next week, and the next, and the next expect more of the same.