The orange fart

To say “your name is mud” is a reference associated with Doctor Samuel Mudd who treated John Wilkes Booth after he assassinated President Abraham Lincoln. Though this was his duty as a physician, for Americans this was considered a traitorous action. Mudd was ultimately convicted of conspiracy to murder the President by a military commission and was sentenced to life imprisonment, escaping the death penalty by a single vote. He was pardoned by President Andrew Johnson and released from prison in 1869.

We all know that Donald J. Trump promotes his last name as the gold standard for class, sophistication, and prestige. Over the last forty years this modern-day P. T. Barnum has glued the Trump label on everything from apartment towers, and golf courses, to steaks and bathrobes.

What has always fascinated me about Trump goods is the fact that despite all the organizations promotion about being the best, award winning, yada, yada, yada there is never any proof of these accolades other than him saying it or putting it on their website. Sound familiar?

For instance, the website for Trump Wines claims “our wines continue to receive tremendous accolades competing and winning against vineyards that have been in business for decades” but there is no proof anywhere to be found. Wouldn’t you think that if your wines were so spectacular that you would list the competitions, the wins, and the accolades somewhere? Sure, you would but you don’t because you can’t. These accolades are figments of the imagination, the Trump legend imagination. Remember what Trumps favorite phrase is, “many powerful people are saying”. What have we learned over the last four years is this, there aren’t any powerful people saying anything. The mantra for Trump and the Trump crime family is and always has been why tell the truth when a lie will do.   

I myself have never graced the doors of a Trump property or consumed or used a Trump branded product. I would venture to guess that all of those confederate flag waving inbreeds that stormed the Capital last week haven’t either except for the Trump paraphernalia, hats, signs, t-shirts and flags they used during the insurrection.

I have said from the very beginning that Trump never really wanted to be The President. He was just as surprised as the rest of us that he prevailed. Running for President was all about marketing and expanding his bully pulpit. Trump wanted the power of being a King Maker which he envisioned as being more powerful than the King. His end game, after he was defeated by Hillary, was to tell the world that the election was stolen from him by the Deep State and radical left. I know it is hard to remember but he laid the groundwork for a stolen election way back in 2016. It is the exact foundation he built prior to the 2020 election except this time he thought he might have a chance to win.

It has been my hope from the very beginning that Trump would leave Washington a humiliated and ruined man. He has spent his entire business career cheating and running over anyone that ever got in his way. He called it being smart. I call it callous, unethical and corrupt. I am not being vindictive I just want him to experience some of his own medicine before he departs this earth. He has hurt, destroyed, and disrupted the lives of thousands of human beings and he has done it not for the greater good of all but for the greater good of one.

So, as he flies out of Washington early Wednesday morning before the inauguration as a twice impeached, one term failure he is planning his own ego sendoff. He wants a ceremony held in his honor at Andrews Air Force Base, with a military band, red carpet and 21-gun salute. I am sure his adoring Red Hat brigade will be there to send him off but make no mistake Trump is leaving Washington a humiliated loser. He is leaving with an overall approval rating of just 29% and even among Republicans his approval rating has dropped 17 points.

The other item on my Trump wish list is for him to be ruined and what Donald covets the most is power, and money and I suspect he will have trouble retaining both deadly sins very soon. Sure, the crazies in the MAGA and QAnon world will give him some imaginary measure of power but this will fade once the GOP loses its fear over both groups. The GOP was able to neuter the Moral Majority and the Tea Party and over time they will be able to do the same for the MAGA and QAnon lunatic fringe.

What I am more excited about is Donald’s money. Sure, he owns a lot of real estate, but it has also been determined that Don owes a lot of money too, well over $1 billion. For a guy whose net worth is estimated generously at around $3 billon a $1 billon call would put a world of hurt on him. But you are thinking he would still have $2 billon, right? Yea but that $2 billion isn’t cash. He would have to liquidate his assets to get that cash and right now isn’t the time to sale anything with the Trump brand attached to it.

It might not happen on January 21st but I suspect in the coming weeks and months Donald J. Trump is going to be very busy answering and probably ignoring subpoenas and lawsuits from across the country. There are a lot of District Attorneys and plaintiff attorneys that want a piece of wide ass. This is going to cost The Donald a lot of money if, and this is the big if, if he can find a lawyer or lawyers dumb enough to represent him. Already most of the big shops have taken their names off the list and he still needs to find a dumb schmuck or three to represent him in the impeach trail. I am pretty confidant that over time my Donald Trump wish list will be fulfilled and honestly it couldn’t happen to a nicer guy.

At the beginning of this post, I shared the story about how “your name is mud” came to be. I have a sneaky suspicion that not so long in the distant future the name Trump will no longer represent class, sophistication, and prestige. Maybe it will signify being a loser, a has-been, a bully, or baby, as in “don’t be a Trump”. I like what Trump means in British slang, a fart. Trump is short for a “trouser-trumpet”. That seems much more fitting.      

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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