SHAKING MY DAMN HEAD
Dear Trumper,
Well, bless your heart for believing in fairy tales — especially the one where Donald Trump rides in on a golden escalator to save America with a Bible in one hand and a cheeseburger in the other.
Now, just a small question — and I promise it won’t hurt much: if Trump is such a miraculous success story, why do so many of the people who can actually read, think, and spell despise him? I’m not talking about the folks who get their news from refrigerator magnets and Facebook memes. I mean the scientists, doctors, teachers, writers, and the poor souls still capable of independent thought.
Because here’s the thing: your “wonderful accomplishments” are about as real as his tan. The economy? Oh, it’s fantastic — if you’re a billionaire, a price gouger, or happen to own a private jet fueled by broken promises. For the rest of us mere mortals, job growth is a rumor, grocery prices are a horror film, and rent costs make people nostalgic for the Great Depression.
Farmers — remember them? The ones with actual dirt under their fingernails? They’re watching their crops rot because the foreign markets Trump “negotiated” with now buy elsewhere. Maybe he should have tried paying attention during Economics for Dummies instead of doodling on the Resolute Desk.
And those life-saving research programs for cancer and Alzheimer’s? Gone. He didn’t like what the CDC said, so he closed it. Didn’t like NOAA’s hurricane warnings? Yanked the funding. Thinks FEMA’s wasteful — at least until the next hurricane blows the roof off Mar-a-Lago. Then it’ll be, “Why didn’t anyone tell me?”
Utilities are through the roof, but that’s okay, because Trump said drug prices would fall by 1500%. Which, for anyone keeping score, is not how numbers work. That’s like saying you lost ten pounds by eating cake faster.
By every meaningful measure — aside from the ability to insult, lie, and declare himself the victim — his presidency was a Category 5 disaster. Though I’ll give him this: when it comes to arrogance, he’s a virtuoso. Picasso with a Sharpie.
He’s called Americans “vermin” and sent the military to face down civilians like it’s Tiananmen Square in golf shoes. He canonizes racists and ignores murdered public servants because empathy isn’t part of the brand.
So if this carnival of cruelty and incompetence looks like “success” to you, congratulations. You’ve traded patriotism for propaganda. You’re not just a bad American — you’re a tragicomedy in human form.
And when the day comes that he really does turn the military loose on Americans, just remember: this is what it looks like when the emperor’s tantrum becomes national policy. Enjoy the show — it’s going to be one hell of a finale.
Julie Bolejack, MBA
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