This morning I woke up to the news that there had been a terrorist attack in my home city. It seemed unreal, like it was almost a dream. The last time that I woke up from what I thought was a lucid dream, the 8 o'clock news announced that Donald Trump had been elected US president. It's a weird world that we live in. But last night's events occurred less than a mile from where I live, and the reality of that hits one square in the face. I didn't hear the explosion, even though the Manchester Arena is so close to my apartment. I had the TV off, and was insulated from the Internet. I was blissfully unaware until I woke up today.
Who would have thought that at the beginning of last year's Presidential Primaries, Donald Trump would go on to become the President. In retrospect, too many Americans failed to heed the warning signs that Trump displayed right from the first Republican debate. The media being so focused on their bottom line shoved Trump into the nation's consciousness with every debate and public appearance. As it turned out, it was a win-win for both the media and Trump. The main stream media conglomerates made millions and Trump went on to win the electoral college and the Presidency. As we look back to that very first debate of the Republicans it became quite obvious what the media and Trump were doing. It is too bad the American public failed to see that while the media was reaping huge financial dividends in covering Donald Trump, Trump was beguiling the public into thinking that only he can, as his catch phrase goes "Make America great again." Today the country has only moved in reverse and not forward under the Trump Presidency.
Hehhehehehe. Yes that is giggling and it will continue to be giggling. When 45 got elected, there were many close ups of the new First Lady and one face that was especially telling was when he turned around after smiling at her and she went back totally at least looking very upset. Now whether she was or not, only she is going to know. What it did show however is that body language is a muthafucka. Disdain and hatred cannot be hidden and though our faces and our tones may be better at controlling how we feel, our body often rejects to bullshit. Now that there is video of Melania basically slapping his hand away, it begins to paint more of a tale.
I’ve been blogging about you forever, it seems, on and off, even before the campaign that has landed you, inexplicably, in the White House. The fruition of your 2016 campaign has propelled you into an office that, frankly, I thought you had no more realistic chance to occupy than any reasonably talented golden retriever.
...Do you mind if I call you that? I’ve never been much of a “political person” which I think explains why I’m following the events of the past few months so closely. Rather than politics, I feel like I’m watching a scandalous soap opera, complete with massive contradictions, dirty lies, and a few grossly egotistic characters. The problem is, the show is no longer keeping anyone guessing.
Jesus Elizabeth Christ, Donald Trump. I barely know where to start. When I decided to write this open letter, I was overwhelmed by the magnitude of what I wanted to say. And while I know a silent woman is one of your favorite things, along with putting your name on stuff, making awful interior decorating choices, and holding those little bottles of Tabasco to feel better about your baby claws, I’ll try to articulate my thoughts.