Presidio Sentinel, July
2016
By Laura Walcher
We
really like Thomas Jefferson.
Smart guy. If you can’t
remember anything about him, make sure you see “Hamilton,” once you can afford
it. One piece of Jeffersonian
wisdom …” the most valuable of all talents is that of never using two words
when one will do, ” is a directive I treasure. But in this stage of Trump, I can’t help … sharing ‘way more than two words: Yet, it’s still a short list. Here they are, the adjectives endlessly
voiced, published, repeated, describing the Trumpster:
Graceless. Divisive.
Complete Idiot (Rove): Misogynist
Pig (Mallard Fillmore). Dangerously incoherent.
Maintains personal feuds.
Temperamentally unfit. Reprehensible.
Inflammatory. Insulting.
Belligerent. Casually cruel.
Incoherent. Great
Excommunicator. Humpty Trumpty
(David Horsey, LA Times). Whiny. Thin-skinned bully (Kareen Abdul Jabbar): Petty. Childish. Erratic narcissist. Con-man. Demigod. Abuser. Fraud.
Scam-artist. Unfit. Hypocrite.
Unfiltered. Whiner. Nasty tantrums. Serial non-apologizer.
Etc.
Bill Maher asked, “,,, was it something he said? “
It
‘s not that one can’t find any positives; it’s just that they’re few,
far-between. And most issued by
those to whom he owes money.
From
Germany, a friend writes of Trump’s campaign: "… before now, it had just been
funny in a painful way. But now we see it, it'd be like voting for Hitler! This
is when the chill hits! We’ve had the experience of a government going
totally crazy - the darkest part of our history. Back then, nobody took Hitler seriously!”
Well,
I have my own problems. It was
Father’s Day, and in the spirit of the family dads plus fear of Trump, I looked
high and low for T-shirts for the guys that either said, or on which I could
write “Dump Trump!” Good ring to it, right? That didn’t work; with a little explanation, I “had” to
settle for Nike tees with (at least) the logo
in
the right spirit: “Just Do It!”
I’m
beginning to feel a little cheerier per the latest research – post Orlando –
that shows
his
numbers falling – at last - ! But
let’s not go celebrating; writer Robert Draper says that Mr. T. is
“compulsively superstitious.” He’s
been seen, said Draper, tossing a few granules of salt over his left shoulder
after eating. This is in the
“what the h--- do we know?” category of life. The salt trick may be entirely responsible for his luck thus
far.
Just
think! If Trump becomes our
president, every writer in the world will come up with his/her own list or
researched – or original – adjectives. Foreigners might not quite understand the descriptions issued by Barry Goldwater’s wife, appalled
by the notion that her husband would have approved of the candidate likening
himself to the Senator. She seriously,
if colorfully, rejected Mr T with an ardent, “UGH! YECH!” ###
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