What in this weird world is it about Donald J. Trump that makes me respond with such visceral anger at anything that expresses support for this guy?
And what is it that makes me do things I wouldn’t have dreamed of doing in response to other politicians with whom I have disagreements?
Case in point …
I ventured into a convenience store the other evening in Princeton, Texas, where I live. I went there looking for a bag of chips to satisfy my munchy craze. I picked up the chips, turned to pay and then I noticed a rack full of Trump propaganda. There were Confederate symbols, bumper stickers that said, “Let’s go, Brandon,” one that said, “Fighting terrorists since 1861,” one that pitched a “Trump 2024” campaign. There were an assortment of other materials pronouncing support for this clown.
I put the chips back on the shelf and walked out. I have since vowed I never will darken that convenience store ever again.
So help me, I have not yet come to grips with the intense anger I feel toward this guy. My goodness, he came within a whisker of destroying the presidency, he lost an election and then sought to overturn the results of that free, fair and legal balloting. Why? Because he cannot stand the notion of losing an election to a better man.
He is vengeful. Trump is as crooked as a dog’s hind leg. He is an amoral narcissist with delusions of godhood.
Wow! OK, I feel better now that I got that off my chest.
I think it’s because he has used our Country as a “cash cow” by “playing” people who have longed to hear his “me first” message on national media. Previously, they could only hear it in their selfish brains.
I know someone that said Trump fraudulently raised more money in 3 months than all the welfare recipients of three states collect in a year. Yah, great guy.
I’ll choose a person that thinks of others everyday. He’s not that guy.