Donald John Trump seems to hate John Fitzgerald Kennedy for reasons that defy logic.
Trump didn’t know the 35th president of the United States. An assassin ended Kennedy’s presidency nearly 63 years ago, when Trump was a teenager likely plotting ways to avoid serving in the U.S. military.
Trump hates the impact JFK had on America’s life. The nation cried incessantly when we buried the president. The arts community decided to honor the slain president by building the JFK Center for the Performing Arts in D.C. Now we have Trump wanting to desecrate the building by slapping his name on it, despite contributing next to nothing to the performing arts.
Now comes word that he might knock the building down if he fails to get his name inscribed on it.
All of this is the action of a small man. An insecure man. A man seeking to be perceived as great where greatness doesn’t not exist.
I am not one of those Americans who holds President Kennedy to a status he doesn’t deserve merely because his life ended far too soon. The greatness of his presidency still is being examined and written. I do know, however, when an inferior politician seeks to muscle his way to a place he doesn’t deserve.
That he would do so at John Kennedy’s expense tells me that Donald Trump hates JFK only because President Kennedy enjoyed the nation’s reverence that it denies Donald.