Please bear with me, I had to get this off my chest. Now, I’ll pack up my rancor and move on, think about something besides the train wreck in Washington. I‘ll try, anyway. I promise. Right after I thumb my nose this one last time. Thank you for your patience.
And this is still a grand and glorious country. Despite Mr. Trump’s joyless inauguration speech, which, I’m convinced, was merely a ploy to position himself as America’s savior. The fact we don’t need salvation is irrelevant; the entire point is to create a dystopian perception so he can ride to the ‘rescue.’ Or blame Obama. It’s called branding, a marketing technique he’s relatively good at.
He can talk the talk, all right, he just can’t walk the walk. DJT is genetically incapable of sustaining the grandiose brand promises he tosses around so casually. His numerous bankruptcies attest to that. Even in his magical world of optical illusion and ‘alternative fact’, chronic financial failure is a strong indicator of reckless decision-making and flawed judgment — at a minimum. His flagrant disasters are no exception; they’re epic, they’re public, and much to his regret, they’re well-documented.
Do not lose heart. America isn’t Sodom or Gomorrah and we aren’t a bleak wasteland. Not yet, anyway. Whether the same will be true in six months remains to be seen. In the interim, it helps to remember the good stuff. Things Trump can’t withdraw or repeal or halt or affect in any way. To assist in this process, I hereby present a biased, but irrefutable, list of blissful pleasures in no particular order:
It might be a good idea to start a list of your own. That way, you can refer to it as the need arises. If I may, I’d like to close with a quote from Tiny Tim: ‘God bless us, every one.’ Just be prepared to run for your life.
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