Monday, February 27, 2017

Poor Little Rich Boy

It's sad to see the leader of the free world flail his way onto the stage of comedy skits. I read--and this might be fake news--that some of DJT's advisors had advised him against holding a press conference last week.

But instead, the poor thing came out and delivered a 77-minute gash on everything that's bothering him--as if in primal scream therapy. He didn't even let the orthodox Jewish guy--a Trump supporter--finish his question about the administration's response to hate crimes that have been aimed at synagogues and Jewish centers around the country since he's been in office.

OK, OK, you're not anti-Semitic, Mr. President, but that's not the question. It's legitimate--democratic--to ask if our government stands in support against bigotry and is ready to stop it--regardless of who is being offended.
The true picture of this administration was painted in one fat brushstroke: What's meant and what's said are two different entities; yet another manifestation of not having time (or desire, evidently) to be politically correct?

Remember when print used to be DJT's friend? Stacks and stacks of ink on paper sat atop consoles proved he was once loved. What went wrong?

Let's face it: Democracy is a drag; people won't readily sign non-disclosure statements; and those who ask questions can't be thrown in the fire. All presidents, all over the world have to box with the press. Even deeply loved ones.

Dad should have taught you better. Maybe he didn't know himself.