I have always disliked the grasping figure of Trump, purely on the grounds that he is a creation—an apex facet—of our sickeningly materialistic society.
However, he is the only president in my memory who has even attempted to implement a single campaign promise in his first month, which makes him fascinating. But mostly, I have come to be a T-Rex fan for the simple reason that every person who I disdain, every bleeding heart save-the-world, crybaby busybody in this festering nation are seemingly driven frantically crazy at the mere mention of his name—indeed at the mere mention of anything.
There is also the fascination that comes with a president whose own Secret Service agents have declined to protect, whose own party has declined to support, who seems to have a solid 51% of the population praying for his death even as 95% of the political establishment seeks to bring him down. He's the first underdog president and still manages to be overbearing! I cannot imagine that the T-Rex will not be rendered extinct in his first and only term, by a Secret Service-enabled, CIA-delivered bullet to the come over. So until our Last White Male elected president [Pence will have it even worse when his boss is murdered.] is slain in office, I will dedicate this tag to his strident bullying of this nation's bullies and their squeals of outrage.
Without further ado, below is my first entry, from my odd little life...
This past Saturday I ran into a man I had not seen in a couple months, not since the Saturday after the dastardly election of the King of New York, The Donald, the Trump of Collectivist Doom...
Erik inquired with me about my health and then asked me if I was still being singled out by my oppressed, melanin-rich co-pedestrians. I answered, "About once a week I am selected as a target of violence based on my unforgivable crime of being born the same color as the president of this sick country. I practice avoidance, nullify most of these approaches as soon as they are initiated. I don't even go shopping in my neighborhood anymore. I cut back my hours at work so as to avoid the school kids, who can't get enough of attacking old white guys—hell, I don't even vote! It's not my fault this guy got elected."
To this, my good friend of some years, a masculine, deep-voiced man of good character, who abides by a strict code of honor, blurted in the tone of a screeching woman, "I'm sorry its falling on you, Jay, but this man has to stop antagonizing the WORLD!"
With that my friend was off in a huff, apparently suggesting to me that I will be a hunted animal until the King is brought down. I walked away from tis brief encounter with the distinct impression that older white men are supposed to be hounded on the streets of Baltimore until the Head White Man in Charge is taken out of office.
Jeremy, I could use your help here. I will be away from my computer for a day and am wondering if you or one of our other lights might find the Trump interview with O-Riley in which Putin was discussed.