So all is okay and allright in the mystical world known as Trumpland. Home for the holidays, and why, oh why, does it have to be West Palm, the bizarreness continues. So far, so good, according to his twisted thinking, but wait, here come the sounds of marching feet, the pounding of drums and oh, yes!
The March of the Wooden Soldiers brought to life right here in Mar a Lago and so funny that the soldiers all have faces of familiar names - Sondland, Giuliani, Pompeo, Mulvaney, and the list goes on. Guess these soldiers will be as useless in the long run as they are immoral and detestable. However, we must remember that their job here is not so much as to defend Trump, their Lord and Master, but instead, to lay down their lives for him so that nothing sticky will get to him.
Yet there are leaks in the dike and the water seeping through is getting higher and ever more powerful, and hopefully will rush right over these soldiers and get to the chief culprit himself. The waters of America will hopefully overcome this man and his ever more obvious plans to become sole ruler of the land.
More and more commentators and political analysts are saying exactly what I have been saying all along. The man wants to be King. Period. He may not need the name, but the power - that is what he wants and that, my friends, he is getting as he turns more and more laws and traditions right on their useless heads.
Every day more and more threads of truth begin to rise from under the muck of Trump's Washington. The truth about phone calls that never were. The truth about those that were, though denied. The truth about motivations. The truth about aims and goals. The truth about the inner nastiness of Trump et al and along with that goes the entire family. Even Melania of the swatting hands went on TV to say how happy she is, how much she loves her husband. Oh, yich!!!!!
And the world deteriorates at geometric speeds as the poison of his world spreads. To my horror, this morning I woke up the computer andsaw a "lovely" new design for fashion buffs and blow me down, but there it was, in all its shameful glory and disgustingness, evoking awful flashing visions of Holocaust murders, vicious hatred, the world torn apart in war. There it was. A striped suit, vertical black stripes, jacket and pants, and all it needed was a yellow star, or two colored triangle patches sewn together to signify your 'crime' that merited imprisonment and torture in official sites of murder and slavery. What the hell!!!!!!! How quickly one can wipe out memories or perhaps there was a more sinister reason for this. In this world of rising anti Semitism and hatred of the other, who knows?? It ain't good, no matter the reasoning or denials and excuses.
Then there is also the generosity we should all so admire, for the man does not take a penny of his presidential salary. So altrutistic! But, a great big but, we have spent 115 million dollars on his golf trips, never mind the touring of his children! The disguised political rallies that we pay for as he calls them presidential visits. So, s'okay, s'allright, right? Not!
But wait. Today is the day when we put it aside. No political talk at the table - and so much for freedom of speech and unity of country, but there it is. Talk of the turkey, talk of the movies. Talk of Star Wars. Talk of the kids, right in front of them - parental payback and then, if you live near Paramus you will truly know that it is okay and allright. Why? A new brick and mortar Toys R' Us opened up. Take the child in you and live your memories. S'okay, s'allright - at least for the moment.
Happy Thanksgiving to all.
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