My name is John and I suffer from Trump Derangement Syndrome.
There. I’ve come clean. Critics of this blog might rejoice in my acknowledgement of what they have accused me of having. Fine. Let ’em crow all they want.
Donald Trump has afflicted me with a condition I’ve never experienced before. Richard Nixon didn’t do it. If Tricky Dick couldn’t bring about an NDS — Nixon Derangement Syndrome — I figured I might have been free of the affliction. Silly me.
Yep, Trump has done seemingly the impossible. I’m a pretty cool customer most of the time. But when it comes to this guy, well, just toss the playbook out the window.
He speaks in mindless platitudes. Trump is unable to offer a significant reason for endorsing or condemning an individual or a policy. He prattles on and on with nonsense. He makes promises he knows he cannot keep. Indeed, he has no intention of keeping them.
Remember the crap he said about ending “forever wars?” Dude just started one. He said he would end the Ukraine-Russia War on “day one” once he took office the second time. He couldn’t possibly do a thing about the Russian invasion of Ukraine. Besides, the POTUS admires the Russian thug Vlad Putin who invaded Ukraine.
One High Plains Blogger critic has suggested I seek treatment for TDS. Hah! I have no intention of being “cured” of a condition I am proud to wear.
I detest Donald Trump. He has no business sitting in the Oval Office. He should be kept far away from the nuclear codes. Why in the world should I seek a cure for understanding the obvous?